Francis Anthony Govia
Freedom is overplayed.
Even amongst those of us who are free
Must live a life of modesty.
What is freedom
If man cannot control his desire?
The uninhibited among us
Will partake of his desire
Where the finest human dare not.
Crassness has its day until redemption comes
And all that it besots –
If everything tall is consumed by fire
It burns itself to ashes.
So somewhere in the midst of this warrantless tolerance
Breathes new life
Soon fed by unvanquished springs.