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Life in the CageMomma says I must run the race.Escape burns within me, The Yearning may yet kill me. Papa says life is all the same: Live, work, raise your kids and die But I crave a deeper meaning Grandma says I have the Spirit of the White Mustang, That wild and free, he runs in me, Yearning for freedom I have never known I do not agree with her religion, But there is truth to the metaphor. My God charges me to a better life than this. I am an alien in this land. I long for a land I can call my own, My Father’s land. No one understand my desires, my needs. Where they see freedom, I see disease. Where they see pleasure, I see sin. Where they see progress, I see devastation, The destruction of my Father’s lands. I yearn for my Father’s green pastures, For the bright woods, the cheerful meadows, For Father’s clean air and water and land. But a wretched people took His world into their filthy hands. Someday, my Father will come again. He will punish the wicked and redeem his Chosen, His children. He will make a new Heaven, a New Earth. But my heart grows faint with longing, I cannot hold out until then. Abba, Father, vindicate me! Grandma was right for sure: I will escape, or I will die trying. ---Andrea J. Graham Poetry index Next
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