Gates of Hell, Gates of Heaven

What of this unnaturalness you speak
Of cage not seen outside the city
Once we wondered free and meek
To not fall foul within a self-made pity

This now mild heart is cavern dark
And breedeth all such roguish deeds
What’s known denied by the anarch
To have us culled upon the weeds

An evil now not as before
And are the deformities of time
Of thing to own and want of more
And plot of land in name not mine

Water quenches and can drown
Fire heats and in turn can burn
This a shelter from world and ills
From infant’s cry to sleep and urn.

Who knows how fairs another day
And wretched sorrows may decrease
With all convention to decay
And its shackle clutch unleashed

Destroy you this to garner nothing
But bore a pit to farthest hell
And awaken dozing spirits rushing
And darkness as a witch’s spell

How goes man’s rule within the Polis?
And does corruption bring forth its fruit?
Do innocent convicts receive no solace?
And do free men’s voices become mute?

How runs nature’s commonwealth?
How tight’s the contract of the bush?
Does man move light of foot with stealth?
By gavel in the forest’s lush.

This is both part darkened jailcell
And part field that’s bright
Freedom’s sapper from the well
Blackening ombre and ray of light

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I revered the unit of the family,
Even though no wife was given to me,
And in working all the time I wiled,
Was so to raise a phantom child,
And what I held in the grandest reverence
I began to develop an indifference.
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I had the deepest bond felt to my nation,
Holding its laws and traditions in veneration,
But the beauteous land to which I’d been born,
Began to hold me in contempt and scorn,
So when on its soil was waged warfare,
I had no desire to fight or care.
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I took care of the things that were mine,
And always respected the property of thine,
Though as I looked for a home to own,
Their worth had exponentially grown,
So, in being barred from property
I began to see wisdom within Anarchy.

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