Freedom - Poem by Brian Taylor
Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor
Everyman is his own gaoler;
shuts the door and turns the key,
ends up where he wants to be,
looking at what he needs to see
- you for you and me for me.
As Māra teaches so we are taught.
As a thing is thought so we are caught.
Māra builds a bamboo cage,
built for monkeys of any age.
In the cage he puts his bait,
then withdraws to sit and wait.
Monkey comes (with wandering mind)
to see what Māra’s left behind;
slips his hand into the cage,
feels the bait and holds it tight.
Suddenly, he gives a shout,
jumping up and down with rage.
Though he tugs with all his might,
he cannot pull his hand back out!
The cage has caught another sinner.
Māra’s got another dinner.
What can poor old monkey do?
He’s caught because he won’t let go!
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