every curtain will be stolen from
entitlement
each grain of dirt will raise
it’s raucous voice above
and over manners
while atoms bond
air will ignite for
blood is fuel enough
as gravity exists
believable in it’s force
secure each ideal
under fire from
truthful lies repeated
within freedom’s
monopoly of slaves
these days shall soon decay
and time shall re-cast
the farce of history
lest we stand...
light-up and run
© Paul Sands 2013
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