Spirit Of Independence - Poem by Kurt Hearth
I, am the Spirit of Independence.
Long before I was known, I existed.
I was born and reside in the air.
On wings of all winds I fly free.
I am immortal and unconquerable.
At times, subtle ‘n’ soft, fleeting.
Gentle, silent as a summer’s zephyr.
Others, rampant as a gale’s fury.
Infectious to all I caress.
Upon me, many have attempted,
to impose their wills.
Successful, only at inviting failure.
In the hearts of free peoples, I thrive.
Those who endure, under tyranny’s rule,
I infect with rebellious paragons.
Souls desiring independence and freedom.
I search out to liberate from their shackles,
all who envision a free life I influence.
To pursue their dreams I encourage.
In all free lands I dwell,
abiding, in the hearts of those craving liberation.
To souls fleeing despotism, my doors are open.
Within each, I instill the will to resist enforced domination,
diabolic temptations, disguised by false promises.
The flame of Liberty’s torch, a beacon to freedom.
At America’s gates I am present.
Joyously, I shout a welcome to newcomers.
From those who walk a path of malevolence.
Should my adopted, now free charges,
suffer threat or intimidation.
My warriors shall bare, girded sword’s points in defense.
Those who attempt to oppress shall be conquered,
and driven from Freedom’s portal.
They shall be forced back to the shadows and shrouds,
from whence they craftily emerged.
Grasslands to remain fertile plains,
to yield bountiful harvest to accommodate all.
Warriors of independence shall ensure.
The wills of the people will not be subverted,
by alien forces and determined oppression.
Freedom to never succumb to domination,
or rule by dictatorship.
This I vow, for I am the Spirit of Independence.
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