Colin F. Jones

WHAT THEN?

If it can be taken away it is not a right,
And all things can be removed
For a time Liberty may delight
But by enforceable law must be approved.
Like peace, freedom is a dream,
The unreal state of our desire,
Ruled over by a President or Queen,
It is fodder for its own fire.
The flame burns yet we use it,
To keep us safe and warm;
It is only when we abuse it,
That it brings tragedy and harm.
What then of the winds that cool us –
The winds that gather in a storm?