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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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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