Rationed Freedom

Locked down, shut in
The Fear surrounds
Freedom rationed
But nature’s sounds
Seem louder now than ever before
The birdsong swells
The air is pure

The Honey Bees are here once more!
The Woodlands breath
The rivers pour
Clean crystal waters through the Earth
Reminded of our planet’s birth

Industry halts it’s poisonous spew
And we may have a chance to view
A gentle healing whilst we hide
Selection or weapon?
Opinions divide

Brave now or always brave
Only a hero when they save
Credit should be given out
Not simply when our fears and doubts
Controlled by those who have the power
Who’ve always hidden in their towers
Decide to tell us when to be
What to do
Who we see
How to win
How to fail
We’re puppets stringed beyond the veil

The World has stopped
We all got off
No choice
No voice
A deadly cough
A tremor through mortality
A collective brain that we all see

But here where work has ceased we play
Cautious
Waiting for the day
When voices from the tower shout ‘Go!’
And nature flinches pleading ‘No!’

So may the lesson be the fact
That life can simply be just that
Beyond control
Or in our grasp
The future is an unknown path
A path which we must journey down
Despite our fears
Despite our frown
See life for it’s simplicities
Relationships
That which is Free.