Freedom is a blackbird
living on the road,
eats what he eats for free,
and the rest he steals.
Freedom is a blackbird,
takes at any moment
only what can be taken,
and does not pursue the rest.
Passive in the face of what
cannot be won,
he sheds no tears for me
engaged in active futility.
What does freedom bring for gifts?
Freedom is perched up high
looking to take.
Freedom shall give nothing
but a wasted & wanton feather.
When freedom flies away
and I remain on the road,
and what remains
washes away in a winter rain
leaving me stranded
like yesterday’s news in a thornbush,
when freedom flies away
what will I say?
Is Freedom a bandit?
