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A Liberated Sonnet of Liberation
The heroes have been silenced. Gone.
The leaders are contained. Contented.
And the warriors are now married
To the earth; and we are divorced again
From justice—cast aside once more.
The fruits of the journey lay rotting
In abandoned dream sheds;
War is no longer a game children play
But a hypnotizing reality seeping away
Innocence choked on self-destruction.
Yet all is not lost. The sun comes again tomorrow.
We shall rise and clothe ourselves in tattered hope
And arm ourselves with the old weapons of faith.
Delayed justice is snow; and the devil is a lie.
