Sunday, November 23, 2014

The Price of Freedom

the price of freedom? Vigilance.
Deterrence is the stick
I carry on my shoulder
and I've practiced quite a bit

but lately my arm tires
and my shoulder is quite sore
perhaps a little Vigilance
turned inward from the shore

a little self reflection
in directions too long dark
for stick was ... is a living thing
with mind in part it's own

and with it I should softly speak
lest it perceive from lack of care
though we are piece and part the same
the enemy is me

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