The bigger it grows, the larger it looms
The more that our freedoms slip into their tombs.
Whatever is broke, it breaks it again,
Disrupting our lives with the stroke of a pen.
It tries to take over what we only do best--
It should only protect--let us do the rest!
It wants to remove our freedom to choose
Whatever we want, if we win or we lose.
We want neither help nor hindrance at all--
It only demeans, in despair makes you fall.
So, down with the big and up with the small
For more only means less freedom for all.
If it's freedom you want, then don't let them pry,
And listen to me, please hearken my cry!
We need less, not more, or whatever if gives
So push for it now, where each of you lives.
So, down with the big and up with the small,
For that way we'll get a fair freedom for all.
This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Sunday, July 4, 2021
Leviathan
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