We march into war with the goal - of peace.
We are told we fight for freedom - and our right to believe.
However my neighbor, also has his perverted right to fleece
To take advantage of the week, this is his sole - belief.
Is freedom, but to do as we please - and satisfy only, - our own Selfish needs?
To boast of material success, our ego - glowing in the dark.
The tasks we achieve through the years, often misleads -
And our neighbors view our lives - with a big question mark (?)
However I need not be informed why I feel, - this pain in my heart-
For within lies the love, and my reason - to be- a part.
My neighbor’s financial prosperity, may retain his good health
I wish him no harm, only pray - I could bestow within him, - my own New found wealth.
For we need not war, to show us how freedom is made
What we need is love, - to show us how freedom is played.
Freedom is not - but to do as we please
But rather to please others, - because of what we achieve.
5/29/06
Dave Tanguay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-freedom-is-played-poem/
