JUST SING FREEDOMA Poem by An owl on the moonFor the world that is even now fighting to hear the song... whispering prayers...
Freedom is a song music, melody, measures it can’t be chained or bullet ceased or dead stilled blue notes play flattened forms tailgate trombone riffs across rifles ragtime, rebop and ride a hot lick coming in the middle bones in syncopated rhythm crimes against humanity skulls scream of genocide dead in every nationside and country tide screeching massacres or justice caged all of mercy in a rage blood stained keys sometimes no harmonies but time beat time tempo and cadence in a rhyme prisons with no trials raped lands across the miles bigotry and hate stomp and scream at the tune chorus to coda with a comp full of insanity song still plays play some funk and dance a jig cool jazz to free jazz there’s a rhythm in the back line beating time cold cement prison cells stomp, stride and swing scat with the sideman pattin juba by slapping time there’s a mickey ending when we cry freedom freedom to love freedom to choose peace oh freedom is a song don’t ever try to silence it just sing freedom til it’s every color on every flag… © 2011 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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