A freedom
fighter fighting all the lands
Upon the
earth is hardly how I saw
Myself a few
long years ago. Demands
Upon one’s
life can change one’s destiny:
A news reporter finds that he commands
A news reporter finds that he commands
An army to
protect a floating city,
A city he
helped build, so he’s be free.
Conditions in
the city have turned gritty,
But I will
not surrender up my life.
But if I
did, don’t look on me with pity –
I will have
given up my life to make
A chance for
liberty to live. This knife,
This gun
will draw blood if they must. I shake
Because I’ve
never killed a man. I will,
Though, if I
must – whatever it will take
To keep my
love, my life, my home upon
The sea, my
wife and family, fulfill
This high
ideal upon the sea. The dawn
Shows ships
surrounding us. Will we go down
Below the
waves? Will all our work be gone?
It happened
once before, before I saw
The consequences
of – now what’s that noun? –
I will not
call progressive such a law
Of changeless
change as I believed in once.
An advocate
of power, pure and raw
Is what I was,
and what I sought to show
Was justice.
That was back before this bunce
That brought
me happiness, that made me grow
Into a true adult, who did not need
A parent who
would keep me in my row.
I see you
think I am too much – I lose
You in my
rhetoric. But let me feed
Your
curiosity. I was a news
Man like
yourself. Like you, I went to see
A city,
free, that soon became my Muse.
I guess I cannot
hide my hope that you
Will follow
the same narrow path as me,
As I once
did. I know that nothing drew
You here –
like me, your editor said, “Go,”
And so you
came to find out what I knew.
Canto II
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