A Call - Poem by welkin siskin
Every moment of time
Is calling for free rein
to refute that thralldom
is but the rudest culture
of all human natures!
So much as a love seeks for her beloved,
Everything does seek for freedom, thus.
These gases forming the atmosphere
that I respire continually
through the gagged muzzle of my life
those pass through
striking the bones of my chin,
The cavity behind the nose and mouth
takes it hard to inhale
these suffocated breaths into larynx;
And, the larynx inspires this subdued voice
raising me high.
These sighs that this curve of lips make
echo into my spirits, urging me to speak out
to the common whole
that freedom is but the basic of all.
With words so true,
An audible spirit,
A heart intertwined
want to break silence.
For here, the time calls for freedom
bidding final farewell to the uncalled-for,
For the darkness
has wrapped me and my space
conditioning the uncalled- for, the wanton!
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