Free ...Reborn

Free.

         Reborn.

Regenerated.

Phoenixes rising from the ashes

Walking

Up and down

Round and round

Heavily wood-laden hills

In between

Bumbling along bubbly babbling burn-bottoms

Of deep below dales

Hill after dale after hill after dale

Morning till evening

Pot-bellied pensioners, booted not wellied,

Having a whale of a time

Splashing and splishing

Splishing and splashing

Through snow-melted and or lashed-rain smudgy-fudgy brown waterlogged burnsides and fields

Following finger-board signs along footpaths

Climbing and clambering

Up and down

Over stiles and gates and fences

(Some, sadly, cynically, barbed-wire-wrapped in brutal, barbaric, bloodthirsty fashion),

And dry-stone walls that stand between

Where we are and where we want to be.

Free.

         Reborn.

Regenerated.

Phoenixes rising from the ashes

Of retirement

After decades-long employment wage-slavery

Enjoying our freedom to roam

In a democratically

Free country

Free from the heavy jack-boot stamp of dictatorship,

Oppression and war!

As,

     While,

A mere 3,000 miles away

Millions of people,

Oft bootless and shoeless,

Whole families –

Grandparents, parents and children,

Newly born and about to be born,

Not walking,

But running,

Away

In dire desperation,

From dastardly, ruthless, oppressive

Demagogic dictatorships

Up and down

Round and round

Mountains

Unsheltered

In harshness of winter

Across deserts

De-hydrated

In hotness of summer

Hungry and thirsty

Climbing and clambering

Over walls and fences and borders

(Some, sadly, cynically, barbed-wire-wrapped in brutal, barbaric, bloodthirsty fashion),

Into already over-burdened neighbouring countries:

Many escaping

In dilapidated boats, rafts and pontoons,

Stripped of money, wealth and possessions by

Criminal gangs,

Across deadly deathly dangerous seas

To be

Free.

          Reborn.

Regenerated.

Phoenixes rising from the ashes

Of decades of destruction

And political and economic enslavement

Wreaked and piled upon them 

By dastardly, ruthless, oppressive

Demagogic dictatorships

Wishing and hoping

For a new life

And for freedom

The freedom to think for themselves

The freedom to roam and set up a home

Find employment

In a country

Free

From oppression and war.

But we

Put them in camps that look like prisons

Hemmed in by fences and walls

(Some, sadly, cynically, barbed-wire-wrapped in brutal, barbaric, blood-thirsty fashion),

Denying them freedom,

Placing barriers between

Where they are and where they want to be,

In a democratically

Free country,

Free from the heavy jack-boot stamp of dictatorship,

Oppression and war,

Threatening

To send them back home!

Meanwhile

Walking

Up and down

Round and round

Heavily wood-laden hills

In between

Bumbling along bubbly babbling burn-bottoms

Of deep below dales

Hill after dale after hill after dale

Morning till evening

Pot-bellied pensioners, booted not wellied,

Having a whale of a time

Splashing and splishing

Splishing and splashing

Through snow-melted and or lashed-rain smudgy-fudgy brown waterlogged burnsides and fields

Following finger-board signs along footpaths

Climbing and clambering

Up and down

Over stiles and gates and fences

(Some, sadly, cynically, barbed-wire-wrapped in brutal, barbaric, bloodthirsty fashion),

And dry-stone walls that stand between

Where we are and where we want to be.

Free.

        Reborn.

Regenerated.

Phoenixes rising from the ashes

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