I can only surmise
of the struggles for independence
to chart a future
the archaic methods of communication
the loyalties
the hard days of providing
just the things needed to survive
we struggle as a world
where ownership of a plot of land
and the people thereon
drives us to shed
our blood and nail our principles
to the stately oak tree
independence
is an illusion which is never exposed
for we believe
despite reality of our history
it is something
we somehow, somewhere achieved
it's an illusion
without the stage and smoke
the gilded mirror
aging in our presence as we believe
we are now forever free.
barb
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