Monday, April 13, 2020

Give Me Liberty (Or Give Me Death)

Locked inside forever it seems
A storm raging outside
Time passes slowly and fast all at once
A never-ending tide
Fearful of what cannot be seen
The touch of death all around
New normal but how can this be
Gasping for breath with rasping sound

Life before seems taken for granted
Trapped here forever at home
Somehow trauma realigns the slanted
As we long for the freedom to roam
Lurking unseen the virus remains
Eager to infect some more pain
Swallowed the key to our own chains
Eying the door desperately seems insane

Give me liberty or give me death
No progress comes without action
Freedom is worth every breath
And principles provide traction
Give me liberty or give me death
While shadows tighten the noose
Living free is worth every breath
And fear is no excuse

The food in the pantry starting to thin
Making meals of crackers and dust
Nefarious forces discretely grin
While we grapple with whom to trust
Meanwhile funds also suffer this fate
Drifting away through a sieve
The hour perpetually seeming too late
How much of our lives must we give

Security is what we sought
But in return gained only fear
We wonder now if we should have fought
More boldly for that which we hold dear
That which is precious in home and hearth
Cannot be produced from a void
Man must roam unobstructed on Earth
For his productivity to be deployed

Give me liberty or give me death
No fruits from labors untended
The fight for freedom worth every breath
Until my battle has ended
Give me liberty or give me death
I’ll reap the seeds I’ve sewn
My virtues in life worth every breath
This life of mine I own





Friday, April 3, 2020

Dear Poet (On the Passing of Bill Withers)

Oh lovely poet's window eye
Who's verbal prism made us sigh;
A maple tap upon the soul
Sweetly sung to make us whole,
Sonorously soothing melodic sound
Your beacon voice warm and round
Expressed a melancholy deep and blue
Made hopeful by its finding you - 
Well now your time has come to leave
And I can scarcely bare to grieve. 
You left no room for mournful strife,