Weary am I
Of the mimicry
Of power which long ago
Wrapped the spry
Society which once we named savagery
Tribes of people
Pounding out rhythms
To match the flow of that crystal stream
Poured soundly from the Pitcher of Life
No feign of privilege
No delusion of docility
Respect was a four-course meal
To harbor those souls of steel
And languor was the threateningly
Avid hurricane.
Ripe fruit was never left un-bled.
Life lived on long after
Light left the eyes
Thanks to the thoughtfulness of those
Who depended on kindness and season to survive.
The wilderness was never left without us,
Its wild playmates.
And the lonely never reawakened.
Such were the days,
When deed was value;
Community a tribute
To every fight to be won.
Once, the biggest dreams propelled our victory.
Now, are the victors lethargic.
Impassioned with lust,
And cremated by the songs of freedom
We have escaped the waters of responsibility
And been left with ash
In our mouths.
The stream to be obstructed.
The last drop to be stemmed.
Merry, mischievous wanderers
Whose wild dreams have tamed them.
They are no longer the stars of constellations
Each burning their own course.
They spout the pride of the chariot,
Now flames of a single sun,
Lost to those tracks of humility.
And I, a bard of those passing follies,
Have no effective arrow
But Truth,
Or bow but Love,
To free the stars swimming in those flames.
While together, they would try
To set each weapon against the other, I
Am left with fighting to find a balance,
Fighting each one by one by one.
Can't I handle fire without getting burned?
Am not I immune to the same scorching, sizzling lies?
My hands would prove otherwise.
The fights turned to passion
More than once but
Our natures
Would eventually aim to put
One another out entirely
For I could not let go of my weapons.
So here I am.
Only powerful when passionless.
And powerless when passion brings
This Icarus
To the same.
About the Creator
Abigail Y
Now is the time to rise on wings like eagles, use our tongues to set fire to nations, abound the earth with life and beauty, and live on more dignity, love, humility, and strength than we can stand with on our own.
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