Volume > Issue > The Soaring Birds of Freedom

The Soaring Birds of Freedom

A POEM

By David Mitros | May 1986

The soaring birds of freedom

Fall to the earth in yellow streams of fire,

Igniting the dry autumn grass

As Dionysus dances in the field

Where civilization dies

In a multitude of lies,

Where we drink to our prosperity

While the children yet unborn

Are waiting for the sword.

 

The olive trees are burning

In the grove where wise men spoke of truth;

Their voices now are silent

As the books of wisdom crackle in the fire,

And the words are soon forgotten

But a New Age is begotten

Of a liberated mankind:

A computer-programmed, corporate financed,

Universal brotherhood of

Peace and Love.

Enjoyed reading this?

READ MORE! REGISTER TODAY

SUBSCRIBE

You May Also Enjoy

A Stage Exists Someplace

When players voices no longer ring,

A set becomes a shabby…

The Elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water

What death hangs heavy on the brow of Earth,

What dust lines forehead, dulls the…

What Is the Purpose of Poetry?

Poetry was once understood to be an anthropological episteme, a way of knowing, if only through a glass darkly.