"Cycles of Freedom"
by Tim Kavi
rambling disjointed
sentences
run cascading
tumbling jumbling
into the
joyous mist
of verbal
onslaughts
until finally
the beauty of it
twenty four flavors
of colors
explode into
cosmic bliss
like some 1960s
caricature
of flower
studded
wedding guns
on the campuses
across America
sought meaning
brought seeming
into the
awakening passions
a strong message
of peace
was the fashion
until marching
across
the lawns
up the streets
in the parks
the voices
were so loud
that people
started to tremble
ideas clashing
the world was
smashing
dialectics of newness
were removing
new governments
in power
when
would it unravel
in historical
dismays
the crowd
got lost
in the allays
of larger
sentimentality
until the vapor
seemed
vanished
but really
became part
of all that is
ideas
not banished
freedom
still
marches for
the strong
today
their songs
did not
vanish
they just
seemed
lost somehow
searching
for new
uprisings
breaking out
in a thousand places
too many causes
justice seems
fleeting
but when there is
a final meeting
the right
bloody causes
triumph
in fists
shaken in the face
as taskmasters
that brought
chains everywhere
became
white ghosts
the cycle repeats
history
greets
the next
generation of
reformers.
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