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~ By
Courtesy of Others ~
Men of Nations
They sit in the sky
in towers so high,
they see all around
through twilight and sun.
The job never done
the eyes never rest,
they sit and they wait
for the end of the world.
These gods of the guard
are no longer men,
they're statues and ghosts
with large empty boasts.
Most can no longer think
what it was to be free,
locked in their cells
of lies and deceit.
Yet still they remain
in cages they made,
though they hold the key
to the gate of this pain.
They do not see
the freedom they hold,
and here they stay
and will always remain.
Most never see
what it is to be free,
to live as they please
not as others decree.
Even these others
the ones who rule,
are not at the top
but are slaves just the same.
Few are the ones
who see they're not free,
and still fewer they
who can break from the chains.
Heroes they be
who see and break free,
yet scorned they are
from all behind bars.
Destined are some
heroes they are,
to be hunted down
and burned by the crown.
Yet some will endure
the pain and the scorn,
and thus they be
in locked rooms of their own.
And now you all see
the free are not free,
the harder they try
the smaller their cage.
And now you all see
the free are not free,
the harder you try
the less you see.
© Blennerhassette
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