The Spirit Of Man
This poem is written
In the name of great minds;
Who were, who are and will be…
Who carry as burden
Their greatest of prides:
‘Freedom, to live and achieve! ’
As against all those vampires,
With righteous appeal,
Preaching: “suffering leads to creation…”
It is despite this deception,
That creators sustain;
The flame of creation,
Within the temple of man!
Oh, human spirit,
Don’t dare to be drained.
In this current, intellectual leak…
It is only a phase,
To be patched like a wound…
Man’s history’s hurt; but his future will speak!
Oh, human spirit,
Don’t dare to give up,
Fade away, from the surface of time…
More then ever you’re needed
To color the gray,
Of those blinded, irrational times.
Don’t you give way,
To those power-lust brutes,
Who exclaim, that you are but a myth…
Only your reason and logic could shield
The attacks,
Of their powerful fists.
Don’t you think about dieing,
Even when seemingly,
Death is the only path-
Left to be taken…
By the love of my life, you’re mistaken.
The spirit of man forever shall live!
Even the rest of mankind will forsake you…
Mistake you, or fake you-
Try to brake you apart;
May I be the only,
But I’ll be the one!
Protectively carrying your seed in my heart…
I’ll be your slave, your servant, your keeper-
Your seeker, I’ll do it with honor and pride.
For in every newborn
Lays a seed to be grown…
And a promise of you,
Has a place in his mind.
Dylan once asked,
Within an innocent prayer,
To account on the number of roads…
Which a man must outreach,
To rightfully reach,
And live up to the weight of his thrown.
My answer my friend,
…Just as many a’ roads,
the individual’s life will demand.
When each step determines,
How firmly he steps,
With the knowledge and pride of a man.
Respectfully dedicated to Ms. Ayn Rand.