for the last man standing

for the last man standing        August 21, 2016
listen to the rocks, my love.
listen to the wind, my twin.
for i hear the cries for liberty
but oh, my friend, my soul,
these times which you call hard
are only the beginning of the end.

listen to the woman who wails for you
oh listen, foolish man i love,
listen to me! for i whisper to you
the freedom you fight for won’t come
on this side of your grave.

the man who stands alone
who lives alone, who doesn’t care,
he will die alone
and no one will be there.
his blood is cheap
for his heart is empty.
the life of one lone man
vanishes upon the wind.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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