Oblivion's Jest Poetry#003
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Third Play : Lost Freedom
“The freedom yearning boy…Pyre
Which shall he choose?
The dimly lit atelier or the vast plains?”
The tired man’s back filled the boy’s view
“Remember this child,
One day, yer sister will be taken
To other man’s house
One day, this old man will pass
Meeting yer mother beyond Oblivion
When that time comes,
Ye shall inherit this shop
Find yerself a good wife, son
Who give birth to healthy boy
And one day…me sure
Ye shall recite this to yer son”
He nodded, that boy
But in his mind, concerns
Neither his family nor the shop
In his minds, were the emerald plains
Azure sky and ocean
Beyond that small window
Of the dimly lit atelier
“Ah, were me not born here
Me hate it here
Me wants tae see
What mountains stood
What ocean lies
Here , me trapped within
Tis dirty small shop
Me love wi’ all me life
But me wonder what beyond
Forgive o father
Me want tha’ blue sky
Me want tha’ green forest
Me want tha’ brown road
Trod upon it meself
Accompanied by tha wind”
Ah that frail boy
Attached to balls and chains
Of father’s affection
Of sister’s care
OF mother’s gentleness
Ah that frail boy
Wishes to venture
Beyond the walls of the hamlet
Beyond the horizon
Beyond what eyes can see
When the day ends
He would venture outside the hamlet
Pretending he conquer all road
Ocean crossed
Mountains trod
He was as free as the eagles
Within his minds
On the crimson sunset
That’s when
An unusual scene came into
His tiny eyes
A dark figure
In the horizon
Accompanied by bronze cart
Paranoidmode : I know I mentioned this before and I'll keep on hassling you with this before you can enjoy these works, if you ever find yourselves in this page.
Third Play : Lost Freedom
“The freedom yearning boy…Pyre
Which shall he choose?
The dimly lit atelier or the vast plains?”
The tired man’s back filled the boy’s view
“Remember this child,
One day, yer sister will be taken
To other man’s house
One day, this old man will pass
Meeting yer mother beyond Oblivion
When that time comes,
Ye shall inherit this shop
Find yerself a good wife, son
Who give birth to healthy boy
And one day…me sure
Ye shall recite this to yer son”
He nodded, that boy
But in his mind, concerns
Neither his family nor the shop
In his minds, were the emerald plains
Azure sky and ocean
Beyond that small window
Of the dimly lit atelier
“Ah, were me not born here
Me hate it here
Me wants tae see
What mountains stood
What ocean lies
Here , me trapped within
Tis dirty small shop
Me love wi’ all me life
But me wonder what beyond
Forgive o father
Me want tha’ blue sky
Me want tha’ green forest
Me want tha’ brown road
Trod upon it meself
Accompanied by tha wind”
Ah that frail boy
Attached to balls and chains
Of father’s affection
Of sister’s care
OF mother’s gentleness
Ah that frail boy
Wishes to venture
Beyond the walls of the hamlet
Beyond the horizon
Beyond what eyes can see
When the day ends
He would venture outside the hamlet
Pretending he conquer all road
Ocean crossed
Mountains trod
He was as free as the eagles
Within his minds
On the crimson sunset
That’s when
An unusual scene came into
His tiny eyes
A dark figure
In the horizon
Accompanied by bronze cart