Countdown

Buried long amidst fear and repression,
a free world gazes at television screens in wonder,
refugees are the many of like mind,
so many of like purpose,
so many insistent on an unsure freedom.

Ironically,
those of rational mind,
their humanistic purpose,
their unencumbered dream of self-determination,
their tenuous health,
rests indubitably void of wealth’s trappings.

Perhaps…

It should be obvious to us,
these foreign country evacuees with raw needs and wants,
asking but for simple entitlements of civilized behavior,
that they might join the fraternity of decent humans
wanting only a growth void of repression and hate.

And yet…

Some would sit back and wonder
at our own silence of eruption,
our continued stifling of tremors below,
quashing the need for release.

Beware

For now

The glistening ducts of freedom’s “civilized behavior”

emits but muted cries down the face of truth,
forming tears of quiet guilt,
even while rejoicing  
at the tenacity of another's courage.

To embrace one another,
to see abusive power destroyed,
to build a life imbued with love,
free from degradation and exploitation,
such is the goal of man's rights,
the humanistic permission to live freely,
to be whole,
to never know that countdown-feeling again.

Alas…

Truth be told,

we’re all dreamers.