Tears Of Freedom Poem by John Sensele

A process and abscess in the rapture of the curvature of kingship
Swallow the halo from days gone somber on the ship
Sailing night and day
Away from normalcy from Monday to Saturday
To the periphery of beriberi where sorrow
Smashes today and tomorrow in the rear row
Spanking and yanking the face of distress
In the cabin of the waitress
Society lumbers on the mind
Condemned to crawl on the ribald rind
Freedom refuses to view without the clue and cue
Hunger and thirst bite and slight anew
In their bid to liberate freedom
From shackles and straitjackets that hold liberty prisoner in the fiefdom
Freedom no longer considers her own
Since light in full flight rebelled at dawn
On account of the neglect
Freedom dreads from the sycophant sect
Which clamps on freedom, jumping on the bandwagon
Of creature comforts blown, foregone and thrown
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
When freedoms neither thaw nor grow.