FREE WILL

by

Martin Higgins

I do what I choose, not what I must.

Determined by knowledge, whimsy and trust.

I reject the New Order, despise the poseur,

Ignore the Crone's Warning (she's phony, I'm sure!)

As for Social Convention, that insecure crutch,

One kick and it stumbles, undone, out-of-touch.

From the pulpit, the dictum, Liber Legis, and babble,

Holds sway over eighty percent of the rabble.

And the jackbooted Trooper,

With his gun, badge and law,

Paints a portrait of power,

In blood on the floor.

So how do I manage to chalk in my actions,

Making conscious omissions, edits, redactions?

I create, in my image, a universe anew,

From my world, my beliefs, and each one of you.

If there's anguish and suffering, it resides in our hearts.

While love and affection address other parts.

When there's trust and redemption, we approach the divine,

If revenge mars our singing, it's the beer, booze, or wine.

So each time I choose,

And my will speaks out free,

Remember it's you,

And just a small part of me.

Copyright ©1998

Martin Higgins

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