Freedom, is worth dying for.
A man not willing to die for freedom, was never free to begin with—
Naught in freedom from his own mind.
For under the scale, he waltz the perimeter, and fails to see-
Freedom, goes into persistent hands.
Freedom from the hand that grabs forth, and mocks you to the soul–
in two eyes are both hollow holes, seeing nothing.
and ambitious minds, all wanting something-
But in the search for trails; the trials stretched a path-
the fork-in the-road called destiny.
To be free from your own mind, all you need is your own mind.
To be free from freedom, frees you from the freedom of others.
And with World Peace vs. Freedom skipping across all souls–
The Great War reminds us that war is useless, and inevitable.
Copyright July 13, 2018