Wreck it
In a place of freedom
I have the liberty to dream, to think,
To act
Which is why so many of our wondrous ones are enslaved;
imprisoned, silenced, tortured, wounded, scarred...someone, something
Doesn’t want them dreaming, creating, living...
So who is there to help them if not the ones who are already free?
What will the world look like when there is no slavery?
It will look like the place I want my children and grandchildren to live
What creative genius is locked behind walls of evil filth?
What bringer of hope and life is shackled under oppressive chains?
Whose daughter has been stolen? Whose son?
What child’s life has been stomped on and beaten all for the name of a moment’s pleasure?
In a place of freedom
I have the liberty to dream, to think, to write
To act
It is time
K, Duane Carter 7/13/13
