Sing Like Sinatra In New York Or Libya Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Babies in society
Must defy constraints
Against liberty and happiness
And never accept harassment
Against the body or the soul.

Even Buddha children
In isolated mountain villages
And sad poet kids
In the broken urban city
Must write their freedom
In sutras and graffiti.

No more illiterate superstitions
Or regarding authority
As the final word
Of priests or mystical magicians.

We have to carve a place
In this world of discontent
To become our pirate haven
Where we can live our dreams
With romance and personal salvation.