Lo and behold the joy of freedom!
Oh, but to be free,
As the dandelion, waving in the wind;
Free, to be eaten by the animal.
Revel in the joy of freedom!
Oh, but to run free,
As the hare, ever swift on foot;
Free, to be devoured by the predator.
Exhalt in the joy of freedom!
Oh, but to fly free,
As the hawk, soaring heavanward;
Free, to be destroyed by the human.
Proclaim the joy of freedom!
Oh, but to roam free,
As man, ravaging the earth for self gain;
Free, to die, turn to dust…feed the dandelion.
Note: This was originally compsed SEVERAL years ago in my high school creative writing class. RIP, Mr. Cupp.
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