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
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