Behind Bars Is Freedom
A lobotomy of Controversy
Fallen tears in their bulbous form,
Drift off into withering rivers,
And slither the Melpomene pores
As they reject the frozen face where tears
Begin as falling stars,
Till they become droplets
On the common floors, like
Scattered seeds meant to franchise,
These forever blues, are still and oval
The impact shattered whole to
Shards of glass,
But not corroded the newly painted
Ebony floorboards, —no—elder tears
Cannot even bring to change new colors
And these thorny bars, that stripe the face
Shadows of red, white, and blue, hold
Innocent prisoners in a space’s innermost space
So claustrophobic, and so bleak, that
To breathe fresh air,
Would equally be a waste as to exhale,
A scalding taste of the Sun’s tear from the pipes, up there, may quench a thousand but here, not a soul, nor a wary eye to keep spy, on my own eye, they could hardly see, there is a war in me, a fire that dims the lake, yet flushes the deep sea, I, this prisoner can somehow break all conventionality—
I am dangerous but a little less behind bars of the constitutional grips,
My ear curdling yells of truth, my hungry neighs, raging hoofs that stamp the crawling oppression, become blindside to the labotomy of controversy,
They have a hold on freedom, they have freedom behind bars
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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