The Churn

Freedom bread from ignorance

Is not freedom, it is a massacre, A travesty,

A motion of same minded sickness,

Breathe in and taste the same air they breathe,

Breathe out and whisper,

I wish, I wish just once.

Just for once I could be free!

To see the freedom they see and bleed the injustice held for the privileged few.

Who knew. where to... now?

My eyes are fearless, but my arms steer me towards the abyss,

Just so I can caress the careless wonder of you,

I happen to live, love, laugh and cry and I've had my fill,

But still I'm not ready to be steady, Go.

The flow is tremendous,

Stupendous,

Horrendous,

But splendid,

And the wheels keep on turning,

As the water keeps on churning

It is time to be discerning

For I know I have to STOP: