FREEDOM AT THE SEA
POEM
At the riverside, on a moonlit night,
A great gathering on freedom's feast
The skies silhouetted with stars beamed on the blackness of the sea
Backing up the elated souls
And the onlookers, were there to see.
Both young and old;
Gay and not pale
Pliantly swaying their waist
Without a force holding them still;
Shoving up through the cage that
Held them bound in rage;
Far away from forlorn fields.
Legs and hands rhyming in beats;
Voices rising to a crescendo,
Stunting and tumbling to spong off their grief;
Drumbeats accentuating their songs
With heads jerked drifting in a lyrical twirl.
Under the pangs of repining restlessness
Once_Limbs left paralyzed
Mouths moan in soreness sound;
Weariness spread its fluttering wings
Until their tongues tasted an emancipated relief.
A time they had viewed afield the solitary fields
Had become a reality_
Not a dead dream
Lost in the rhythmic flow
At the brink of the sea,
The lips of my pen fused with merry As it unleashed lyrics in poetic verses.
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