Aug 7, 2010

resounding truth

A love poem for you, my dear audience.
(The poem's for you, the love is for freedom.)

Hear that sound?
It's the pounding of chairs
at the end of the day,
cheering my soul and clearing the way
- to freedom.
Do not ever; I say never,
stop them or hold them back!
Let their sound resound, let it be clear,
throughout the years
of all our pointless tertiary education;
let us hear in this sound
the possibility of recreation
which we lack now.

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