Anarchy

A man in mask to set the fiery stage
Runs along the ground by which they laid it.
He seeks to usher in a freedom age
And burn the stones, to lay them in the pit.
Once did her eyes burn with the light of stars;
Her beauty overflowed amongst the crowd.
Now they are blind, scratched out with jealous scars;
Now she lies used. No longer is she proud.
He bids her adieu, scorn in his last kiss.
The flames are lit for a show triumphant
While truths of victory quietly hiss.
Stones will fall in this oppression ancient.
As he watches the flames in full blossom
He stares in at at tomorrow's freedom.

December 19, 2007, Writing 12
(We were each to come up with a title to a poem and subsequently give it away to another student in the class. We would then write a poem to the title.)