Shackled Freedom

While George sang of freedom of belonging to no one other than to himself

he confessed her he'd found his freedom in shackles freely shackled to her.

She smiled, that forever you're mine smile, and touched his hand so lightly

while he shifted gear and accelerated driving out of that green sloping trap.

They'd shared a lifetime of being excluded for they'd debarred all the others

by being such misfits so intertwined that only few could endure or penetrate.

Singing for crowds hiding his wings but not an angelic voice Michael chants

freely of a freedom the sort they'd conquered and owned together for years.

They'd crept out the backdoor of a society either denying or misrepresenting

their heavenly Father that so many prophets had known 'n spoken of before.

A multicoloured world of hearts hidden behind grayed out hair, wrinkled skin

covering a mind and soul as juvenile as the Lord's at his very first creations.

And they were driving speeding through the remainder of life out of a noose

of thin layered green pastures of brummagem democracy and foul traditions.

Giving up home and hearth just as easily as they'd gained any worldly asset

for all freedom was quietly declining in that central European oligarchic farce.

Heading to maybe nowhere but forever together as she offered her freedom

being bound to his submission to the All-Merciful, asking who's truly steering.

Well He was surely, truly, towards that endgame the one designed to cleanse

to rid and to hold, spite and holiness, to protect against evil, becoming family.

As little family they'd known they knew it was there, right from the start a few

spread out non-related yet they would meet and they would wage a holy war.

But that would all follow later, now they sang of freedom of shackled freedom

to a love to salvation to humanity united under His all-embracing rainbow sky.

© 2023-04-15

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