Rights – a poem

Rights

 

We build them up

With fine filigree

As the wind blows them away.

Freedom and liberty

Are the delicate flowers

Of a long cultivation.

We tend the blossoms,

Feed the roots with hope,

But the drought comes

And the desiccated leaves fall.

Out of the long winter

Will come a new spring!

 

Opher 30.10.2018

 

 

We never seem to learn the lessons of history. We never seem to free ourselves of the mentality to destroy. We never seem to break the selfishness and greed. That is why the fascists are marching again, why the fascists are being elected, why rights are trampled under tribal boots.

But they will come again.

We are trapped within the cycle of our own stupidity.

 

 

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