I have strength
I’m proud and sometimes stupid
but I’m young and big and cocky.
I want to move and grow, but where?
My lands are no longer wild,
my forests and mountains and deserts now
no longer tease with mystery and challenge.
My lands are tamed and hogtied with
railroads and highways and air lanes,
bundled up and ready to be sold
ready for people and plumbing and taming.
My mines are all discovered, my fields are cities.
My rivers are dam63ed and trees cut.
Where can I go? What plains and valleys
what forests can ring with my restless youth?
I can still fight and go hungry and laugh
I can still swear at my enemy and fight him
with fists and guts and beat him . . .
But how long?
Soon I will be bundled by age and fat
tied, held helpless like my tamed land.
Then I won’t be able to fight
maybe I won’t want to fight
maybe my fight and my spirit
will be lying in the dust beside me,
squeezed out like toothpaste from its tube
by the bonds of my land.
Let me fight now while I can still feel
while my long lungs can still tingle
with the great air, fresh and big from the open sea
while my sinew and courage can win
while I can plant my feet in hell
and bump my head on heaven
and stand and strain and struggle
and know I’ll win because my cause
is great and grand and godly against evil
against softness and flabby muscles
and long streets of starving minds and idle hands
of bleeding machines and men dehumanized by greed.
But most of all against the godless men
who smear my clear vision
and conquer me with caresses.
Let me fight now, lead me to the battle
for the battle will end and I will bring victory
but let me go now.
[Note: A revised version of this poem can be found as a narration
“Freedom’s Call to Action” Below: