Free verse № 144290
O say, can you see?
Have you seen, by the dawnâs early light,
a margin for error,
bounded and spared,
on one side tyranny,
the other disorder,
a space in between
where deep need and deep sorrow
are less than before,
while health and right reach historical height,
and viewing it asked,
if more expectationâs
a high form of madness?
A margin for freedom,
a margin for error,
a space worth the cost,
some soldiers thought,
And shared in the suffering
chose mercy, not life.
So pop that cracker,
suspend the fight,
enjoy the margin,
and sparkle the night.
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I esp like the last bit...
So pop that cracker,
suspend the fight,
enjoy the margin,
and sparkle the night.
Anyway, as usual, you aim for the bigger issues and what works, works well. Hope you had a happy Fourth.
We have, in democracy, a space for freedom and a margin for error, where over the years deep need and deep sorrow have become less than they are in other systems of government, and where, after much floundering, health and personal rights have reached historical highs. Sometimes I think that to ask for more than this is a high form of madness.
I may need to revise the poem to make these things more clear.
Thanks for your comments.
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