Mad Heart

Mad Heart,
flutters wild,
anguish riled,
& beats in hope
as it gropes
thru' unjust ages;
evil rages
and wipes out
a righteous shout
"This is not fate -
 just an unjust State"
that pelts rain
of misery and pain
and kills spirits
fine; limits
our imagination
with sedition!
But, we are born free,
and cannot just flee
persecution or wrong;
but bellow our song,
of destiny to dream
for a light beam
to pierce this dark,
expose evil stark
to ease this wild,
mad heart.

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I must not care?
Learn to not care?
about love, loss,
and a slipping time,
of dreams, hopes
of youth - once mine?
Why live
to anesthetize
our pains,
giving up joys too
in bargain?
Give me wings,
a voice to sing,
a tearful lament
or a wild trill
I am, and -
I live still.