The Harvest of Freedom

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

They've ripped their "crops"

The "first" after those years of tears

Fresh and partly alive

Just like their blooming hopes and wishes.


While those happy hunters;

The gifted earls of a blue paradise

Celebrate their fresh freedom,

The "harvest" loses the final struggle

Gradually as their territory shrinks.


The sides have been flipped

From land to the waters,

from the runners to the swimmers.

The ring of ever-shrinking territory.


In cities they marvel,

Admire and taste

The victory, the freedom,

the tears and even life