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Ironic Circle

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

The first men on our shores had freedom,

But little time to truly experience it

As they struggled to make their place and tame this big land.

Building, hunting, foraging, and planting consumed much of their energy,

But they had freedom.

 

Later, men struggled in chains,

Dying to secure richer lives for their owners.

Throughout their lives of trials and tribulations,

They held to their dreams tenaciously¬† —

Their dreams of freedom.

 

Later still, men fought and died by the thousands in great wars

To stop tyrants and secure freedom more concretely.

They fought, bled and died to uphold

Our country’s cherished principles,

But these men died, knowing freedom.

 

Even later, men who knew freedom’s sweetness and blessings

Let it erode because of greed, indifference,

Lust for material wealth and apathy.

Blinded by these pursuits,

They became disillusioned and let it slip away.

 

Ironic? Yes! Men who realized freedom,

But no time to fully appreciate it.

Men who didn’t have it and could only dream of its possession.

Men who knew it and died fighting to hold it.

Men without vision who let it slip away like a thief in the night.

The Veils

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

Layers of veils

Drawn over the mind,

Shut out light of knowledge,

Shielding hope from mankind.

The first one blots out charity,

It’s called the veil of “Greed.”

The second is called “Suspicion,”

And curtails doing good deeds.

The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”

Stops our hearts from being kind.

The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”

Makes people follow along blind.

The fifth is the darkest–

It’s simply known as “Hate,”

Yet the shining light

Of Love can penetrate.

Regardless of how tightly

These veils are drawn,

They can be opened by Knowledge

As night surrenders to dawn.

Ever so slowly now,

The veils begin to part.

Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,

Over the mind and into the heart.

At last they’re completely open,

Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.

The harsh light of Truth assisted,

And together they set you free.

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