Civil (dis)Obedience

Fondest beginnings

from salt-bathed endings.

Tradition forged at its core

to bond us together forevermore.

Violent mountain majesty;

blatant lies, 'tis of thee.

Amber waves of wilted grain

waver as the candles wane.

Calls to what we could be again

scribed by swords disguised as pens.

An eagle, free to fly in peace,

so long as it stays on its leash.

And nevermind our past mistakes -

in fact, here's another pill to take

whenever that pain does return

from all that debt it took to learn.

Author's Note

School started back today. Can you tell? >.>

Just some thoughts I had while waiting around between classes. Might be a productive semester, with all the idle time I have.