A Mode Of Dust Suspended In A Sunbeam Of Light Poem by Scott Stanley Davis

Freedom can't persist when a lie believe exist.
When what you say gets twisted or dismissed.
Without a just trial, freedom is not even given a smile.

Why would just a few, want to be the glue.
To stop what life's best gift has been, its best-achieved kin.
A mode of dust suspended in a sunbeam of light.
It can't be just a day-dreams delight.

Freedom can't persist when a lie believe exist.
Does freedom only live in a child's dream they only perceive?
While their parent's lives are all torn upside down.

What has trap-end to get us to all that's happen?
Was it taking freedom for granted or am I just rap-en?
Did our children live in its safe arms too much?
And not give it a second thought while eating breakfast lunch.

Why would just a few, want to be the glue.
To stop what life's best gift has been, its best-achieved kin.
This mode of dust suspended in a sunbeam of light.
Will return the day it is lost, to stand with their children but at a cost.

Will never come to an end while it is a-kin to freedom is comprehend.
As dead men remembered stand, with their children in freedom again.
This sun-beam of light suspended in a mode of dust.
Is not only freedom, but it is us.