Where The Mind Is Without Fear (Renewed) Poem by Ezra Juellinge

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where tears fall upon the
palms of feelings;
Where guns utter of freedom;
Where melancholic faces dive into
the river of smiles;
Where each taste bud sips mercy from the
collosal bottle of humanity;
Where every nerve has blood walking through the road of patriotism into it;
Where fight songs speak of innocence
and brotherhood;
Into that garden of perfumed souls, my father,
let these flowers bloom.