Virulent freedom

Tepid gaze and unfettered light,
tranquil beams in the night.
'tis when the stars dance abound
that the Moon shifts and frowns

Dull flickers of lost spirits, holed
in their tired homes. Reckless, yet bored.
Waiting and waiting for a different time.
Pacing and pacing. All lost in kind.

Shackles. Silent shackles.
Intelligentsia reduced to dumb cattle.
Not for lack of just reasons.
T'was but time to pay for a treason.

Silly souls! Foolishly object to see
gagged and bound they are by the enemy.
But who lurks to upstage and sow
disquietude amongst the farrow?

Why, it is but themselves to blame.
Caught in their own net of fame.
Wrath and ill regard for each other
and for the person in the mirror

Bodies yearned for the blessed rays

Hearts long for that one face

Their souls cried out, but never was heard.

Quiet minds forced to just observe.

Isolation bred such hatred for a cause.

Nothing functioning. The world was at pause.

The soul begged and seized and cried.

The mind ached and ached but just lied.

"I'm free" it said to nobody.

"I'm free to be" it said brokenly.

The more it spoke, more chains erupted.

Every plea forced them knotted. 

Bound and fettered and chained and shackled,

souls coerced while the mind addled

Solitude and peace: words that rang

a foreign tone. They, were left to hang.

The Moon doth watch again tonight.

Silence and quiescence; another boring sight.

Yet somewhere, somehow, as was once forespoken

someone's shackles have been soundly broken