"Let
Freedom Ring"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
03/20/08 6:25 a.m. pst
Call me liberty,
or call me death
I have been
breathing free air
Under cover of oppression
For millennia, marking my time.
I wade along
the shores
Of stagnant repression
Endlessly searching for chance
The monarchs
and dictators
Who banned free election
Made living without borders a crime
No person
can be comfortable
Rising from recession
When threatened by sword, gun, and lance
Call me
freedom, or kill me now
I spread
my influence wide
Although trapped by a wall of fate
Injecting hope to calm trembling fear
I whisper
into the ears of prophets and seers
Never thinking for once that I'm too late
Watching the hard fist of force's final fall
I speak
through brave men and women
Feebly grasping love through hate
And fighting hard to hold back the tear
But centuries
pass with no heed taken
No open arms to freedom at the gate
And broken pomises go wating after all
Call me
human hope, or snuff my life
From the
scattered fields of Rome's influence
From the burnt landscape of Moorish dominance
From the Americas' burden under Britain
From India, and Palestine,
From Tibet, and Burma, and Iraq
Ever escaping the beast
Slouching toward Irrationality
I have attempted a dialogue with sanity
I have been crushed with inanity
I will not give up
As long as the breath of free air
Is still evident in the fields of dreams.
I do not
live but I allow
I do not die but I contract and expand
I give you freely the keys to the kingdom
Everyone can open the door of deliverance
Quite easily and without doubt and disability
If only the mind remains open to possibility
Nothing is everything in the Universal
And you have nothing to lose and the Universe to gain
Poetry
2008
