My mind is a free country
But unlike the free countries of today
in mine, no rules or laws have place
and all roam true in liberty.

A liberty that doesn’t stop the lover from kissing their bride
– be that the wind, or something alive –
and doesn’t stop true art from taking place
– be there or not be space –
inviting all from everywhere to join in true harmony
because that’s the meaning of true liberty.

A liberty that lets the living die to feed the living
but without loss, without giving
away what is most precious to us all
and that is the truest liberty of all.

But in any freedom, as it is
it’s not the joy or pleasure, that freedom gives
but the choice to do wrong, the chance to hurt
– independent of weight or worth –
and in my country, freest of all
it’s only natural this too would fall

As the people run rampant and writhe
Destroying art, destroying time
– even the lover and their bride –
without care of consequence
– because there is none, as my true freedom lets –
with their blades and torches, alight with death
they burn the whole free country to the ground.

But that’s not all, for if it were
What free country would it be?
and in my free country
where all sense is sundry
from the cold, dead ashes that remain
new life is born again.

14.VII.21