Thank you once again for this visit. Today, I would like the opportunity to talk about something that, we as Americans, at times take for granted. That one thing that within our Stars and Stripes, within our hearts and minds, binds us together in a common purpose and gives us strength through honor... ...and so, BenTwig waves a flag...
Freedom Cries
Cry Freedom!
Freedom cannot be cried upon
no justice will follow.
Cry Freedom?
It cannot be expounded,
It cannot be screamed,
It can not be hailed,
only whimpered and whispered
in blood and pain!
Cry Freedom!
Freedom cannot be cried upon you,
no justice will follow...
...only when the crushing degradation of injustice holds its deathly final grip upon the throat of reason, can freedom cry, freedom! And in so doing, unbind, unsheath and birth into the now and present a mother's protective wrath.
Cry freedom!
Through the womb and pain and blood; tears of one's own endured injustice is the right to be bestowed, whimpered words with meaning and righteousness of heaven on earth, is God returned to the light from the darkness of a prostituted and pandered faith, for freedom cannot be cried upon you, thus only leading to new shackles, in new places and times, then shadowed, flagged, set up right and proper, blinded, bound and deified as a justice that can not see, nor hear, no speak the truth upon the well abled hearing, not listening.
Freedom Cries!
And only through true tears can freedom, free justice and only in justice can true freedom be found. Let the flood come, for the gathering pools already linger upon the hands of man.
Let the flood come and let all those pandering to construct and damn, in earth and in spirit, the fate of others, be swept aside to part way through the sea and unseen walking poor and trodden upon layers about, wicked and sainted named alike, for they were passed by and stepped upon, so shall they embrace one another and rise above all, as the keepers, nay the children of freedom for the cry alike, in God's grace.
Let it come,
let it come,
in this world as in world's past.
Let it come!
Let it come!
"Freedom yet awaits!", cries freedom.
BenTwig © 2006
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These are the dreams of Freedom that wake me from my sleep and through the darkness see, that which is so named and yet is not so embodied!
"In body, shadow and soul we are only whole amongst earthly things and water; the body of our minds, the shadow of our knowledge, the soul of our choice and an ocean of possibilities!"
Thank you,
Benjamin Twig
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