It’s difficult to breathe some days
when all you see are walls going up
isolating you from everything you hold dear –
freedom, the truth…
there’s nothing left to hold the lies back
but the will to keep on fighting
even as the walls start closing in
till you’re left with nothing but flimsy hope
just before your world grows dim
what’s the world coming to?
what’s happening to everything we worked for?
every freedom we thought we had, eroded
right after precious right,
can we truly take any more?
when the few are blinded by greed
and power and scorn
the walls are rising, closing in…
and, in fear, the world is reborn
4 thoughts on “Reborn”
You speak for millions with this poem.
Thank you, Cill. It was not a good day for my heart and soul yesterday but it helped to get it out.
A powerful and worthwhile poem. Thank you Liz.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.