When all is lost
Something is found
The final cost
Is the broken bond
Freedoms unraveling
Of what we trust
Brings a fearful thing
All that is known is turned to dust
When all is lost
Something is found
And freedoms cost
Merely fears unbound
A singing song
A caged bird free to fly
Its voice clear and strong
Alone in an empty sky
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Brown face,
Chocolate hair,
Almond eyes,
Ready to withdraw
But waiting….
Fine expensive clothing,
Delicate, prideful, fearsome;
Clean and pressed
With edges frayed.
Stolen glance,
Quiet reproach or
Mistaken intent;
Peripheral understanding.
While screaming wheels beneath
Steel on steel,
Sing their song;
Pleading in the darkness
