A memory of freedom
\nIs a seed in the Loam
\nWhen shackled and locked up
\nFar from ones home
\nLost in maelstrom
\nOf darkness and glare
\nBull hooked and screamed at
\nBy those unaware<\/p>\n
They are not mindful
\nThey know not of NOW
\nThey have no real power
\nThey don’t know how
\nThey think to use mind games
\nOn Giants who care
\nWho can crush them in seconds
\nFor they do not scare<\/p>\n
Us with their bull hooks
\nTheir screams not at all
\nIf we choose to crush them
\nAnd breakdown their wall
\nTear down their roof
\nAnd treat them like dolls
\nThey are no more
\nThey now have no roles<\/p>\n
But to fit in the furnace
\nAnd to become ash
\nThat pollutes the senses
\nThey Cease to be flash
\nNo longer the bullies
\nTheir size made them feel
\nNow squashed and broken
\nWho is the real deal?<\/p>\n
As we are now shot at
\nMade to feel bad
\nFor the years we were
\nTortured all that time sad
\nThe wounds and the bruises
\nWe took them all
\nAnd when we just snapped
\nWe got shot at
\nThe fool?
\nIs it us wild souls
\nWhose freedom you stole
\nOr was it the fiends
\nPut in charge of our soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A memory of freedom Is a seed in the Loam When shackled and locked up Far from ones home Lost in maelstrom Of darkness and glare Bull hooked and screamed at By those unaware They are not mindful They know … Continue reading