we would let
the hinges rust
so the noise
would alert us
when the outsiders
try to sneak in,
but you oil the
gate
so they can
simply be welcomed.
we slam the
gate shut, as tight
(and loudly) as possible
to make our point,
yet keep finding
it open every time
you go in and out.
the despots
would keep us
confined (for our own
protection, of course)
behind their walls
made of dry fears,
but you take out your
picks, jiggling the tumblers
until they fall into place,
so we can slip through the
gate
following you into
the pastures of grace.
the hinges rust
so the noise
would alert us
when the outsiders
try to sneak in,
but you oil the
gate
so they can
simply be welcomed.
we slam the
gate shut, as tight
(and loudly) as possible
to make our point,
yet keep finding
it open every time
you go in and out.
the despots
would keep us
confined (for our own
protection, of course)
behind their walls
made of dry fears,
but you take out your
picks, jiggling the tumblers
until they fall into place,
so we can slip through the
gate
following you into
the pastures of grace.
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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