I
Long for
The forsaken
Embrace
of
Surety
Ringing
Clearly
From
Within
The silence
A
Bastion
Certain refuge
From
The
Oppressive milieu
Of
A world
Which exerts
A
Relentless
Coercion
Steeped
In
An insatiable
Demand
For
Conformity
I
Renounce
The shackles
Of
Unfounded shame
The
Voice
Of misguided
Leaders
Render
A
Impotent echo
Presenting
As
Severed vines
Rooted
In
Their own
Futility
Grant
Me
The liberty
Of
A
Sovereign voice
Infused
With truth
In
Service
To
All
That is
And
Acquiescing
To
No one
R. O'Neill (October 01, 2020)
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