Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells

   Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells

In the watery silk web

of slippery deceit,

the inked widow sits poised

upon her throne’s seat.

Fresh from their cocoons,

the innocent plows the air

unaware of the netted fate

that awaits them there.

The laughing wind plays tic-tack-toe

with the two foes,

chillingly unconcerned

as to how the situation goes.

In the end, by law, nature

will be the deciding one;

choosing the loser as well

as the creature who has won.

Strange how man apes

this phenomenon of nature;

as if he was the controlling force

and world shaker;

selecting and culling

his inked man-cubs one by one;

caught in the bloody silk web

of the chosen some.

But the gavel of justice

is unweaving the deceit that men bare;

and echoes of cracked liberty bells

are bellowing everywhere.