Boundaries - Poem by Artchil Daug
They told me to stop me from loving you
that in their scaffold I must live a lie
and chain me with the calling of a few
to have me in line and for you to cry.
These preachers of love, should they hate us so
placing walls that cover your soul from me
as if between us cold oceans must flow
ferocious men that cannot let love be.
But my love for you is a trumpet
and a staff that can command the waters
as in the powers of the great prophet
with those pillars of fire that never falters;
Here in my hand I offer you freedom
from the hard grip of their social serfdom.
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