Clarion Call Poem by leonard daranjo

And when I liberate myself
From all animosity
And all small and sectarian thought
Then
And only then
Shall I be free
And when I liberate myself
From all greed
All selfishness
All prejudice
All meanness and fear
Then
And only then
Shall I be free
And when I realise
That death is the master
And into its wide embrace
We all must creep
And we all must rest
And that we all must relinquish
All that we possess
And that the
Flourishing of one
Is nourished
By the flourishing all
And that the
Growth of one
Is sustained
By the growth of all
And that the
Happiness of one
Is suckled
By the happiness of all
Then
And only then
Shall I be free
And when all these little
Liberated pools
Converge into one
Collective whole
Then
And only then
Shall I be
Completely, absolutely
And undeniably
Free