ON THE BREEZE

first_imgNot as a twig drifting in the chaos of nothingNot as a plastic bag being whirled to nowhereNot as a wooden drum made of hide and sunNot as the live log fallen into the blue oceanOn The Breeze ………..I lay my cares for goodFree of the clutches of climbing forest ropesFree of the million biting ants in the red anthillFree of the chains that bound men to cast ironFree of the cruel brutality of man against manOn The Breeze ……..l direct my sail to glide onComfortable to look around and be at peaceComfortable to see faces flushed in real joyComfortable that equal rights has found a homeComfortable to disembark and walk every slumpOn The Breeze…….. I look above for more grace Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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