A poem inspired by personal observations and what seems timely as regards the world stage.

What branch supports my plight

Cries unheard voice in the night

Merely one of the millions

Uncounted in the billions

Where in this accelerating world

Does free self lawfully unfurl

Too much escapes attentive grasp

Placing mindfulness among the last

Who tries in vain to understand

The game playing out in someone’s hands

Finding self again at a loss

Yet still indebted at great cost

It holds many claims on me

Constraining what once was free

To come and go at will

Before more laws made on a hill

The heights of its ambitious power

Potentially regulate minutes hours

Controlling every taken step

Edging toward a precipice

On the verge of it I stand

Both feet planted on the land

On Planet Earth where I survive

Born to learn, to live, and thrive

Although my plight needs ever less

That is required for the bigger mess

That spans across all continents

Invoking diplomatic arguments

As I awaken each new day

Inspired by what I have to say

To those tuned-out ears

Who engender increasing fear

Concerning all I’d love to live

Unencumbered by demands to give

To causes that make less free

Life on Earth as meant to be

The branches of it do not belong

To the unheard voice’s silent song

Lost amid bright lights and din

One too many not fitting in

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