5. A LIBERAL TUNE.

Sing it to the heavens so loudly that they can’t withhold the words in their inner drums.

A song, one so mystical on strings and swings

The earth will drown in it’s delight then surface in ecstasy.

Let all ears learn of the things so unfamiliar yet are rewarding

Of peace, unity and justness.

Sing it to the waters that it shapes a new

To the sands in its core and the sooth in its wave,

That it carries along the zeal to the spirits of the mountains and the sanity of shores.

To tell all and leave out none

To foreground the word of Freedom

From the most classical of knowledge

To the most novel of speculations.

That men are a joint horde

Descendants of one to existence,

Rules do not define them nor do Monarchies tore them into classes.

Tell it deep to the givers of life

That the fruits of their wombs may grow knowing.

Of this covenant of creation and honor,

That color is merely letters to utterance and a shade for selection.

That freedom is a responsibility!

Sing it to the smelters of sense and the teachers of the ages

That they may whisper the goodness of peace and solace of love

Dribbled from all directions of the earth.

So they may know,

There’s more to together!

Play it to the morning sun

And to the darkness of streets at night

That it may be a tune of the ordinary clock

Which ticks sense to the minds of the people,

Constantly ringing so they know trade on a common ground tastes better

Than a struggle of the giants and the faint hearted.

A reminder to speak and chase

but,

just in the most hospital of languages and ways.

CarieJoe.