Lovers of the Free Earth

The earth was not set free, nor was our love, 
But those were daily foremost in our hearts; 
So if you judge results, we guilty be, 
But if you judge intent, we did our parts.

Before mankind a sneering thing became, 
We sought to build within these, our ideals, 
As silly as it seems to modern eyes 
That hope was carried on a set of wheels 

Within a forest, out there on the road: 
A song of freedom, liberty let loose 
To roam the fevered land we longed to love 
So lately made of bullet, gun, and noose --

 We nothing lost, although we did not gain:
 So lovers of the free earth we remain.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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