The Freedom Seed
I found this spider inside my bathtub circling around,
Searching for a way out, which could not be found.
Crawling in circles, constantly trying to climb up the side,
Looking in vain for someplace in which to hide.
I watched this spider for a short while, amazed at his effort to keep trying.
Then I thought about the people in Iran protesting, the rocks flying,
Searching for an answer, hoping against hope, in their freedom quest.
Will this make a difference, will others help them, in this test?
I wondered if they felt as alone as this spider, with no help on the way.
I felt as alone as they must, wanting to help, I must say.
But not knowing what I could do on my own.
I felt as the spider must have done, thinking my thoughts, all alone.
Will anyone come to their rescue, before more protestors get hurt by the government,
Who is now falsely elected, claiming that their God has sent
Them the power to force upon their people, their lies and deceit.
Hurting their own people, protesting the false vote, in their city street.
How did the spider get into this place of futility?
Was he crawling around on his own, full of complacency?
Did he just fall into this deep and empty place, that was now a trap,
By thinking that he was safe, by crawling as if in a nap?
Did the protestors trust their government leaders to count their vote
Truthfully, even if they lost, so that the world would take note,
That they had the dignity, to do the right thing,
Knowing that God and their people were watching and hoping?
I sat there, still watching the spider and thinking my thoughts.
Could we end up like the spider, falling, calling, with no one to hear our shouts?
Losing our freedom, this thing we take for granted, while others fight,
Willing to die, hoping one day to see the light.
The light of freedom, to do what is right for everyone, the light to see,
That everyone has the right to choose, the right to just be.
The right to be free, from tyranny. And control freaks, I want to say.
The thieves who steal and lie to control their people this way.
When I knew that the spider had no chance to get away, I felt sorry for it.
I wanted to help to free the spider, but I was afraid to get bit,
So I turned on the faucet to send it on it's way, down the drain.
I knew this was cruel, and yes, I feel the shame.
Do you wonder if by not helping the protestors, are we sending them to the same fate?
Will they disappear down the drain, forgotten. Then on some later date,
Meeting their end by the hands of a world who stood on by,
Doing nothing, afraid to get bit, not willing to try.
Are we any better than the evil dictators who kill at their whim right now?
If we silently watch this happen, are we the same somehow?
I want to be different, I want to protect our freedom and theirs too.
I just do not know what it is that we can all do.
Where are our leaders who we voted in, to do the right thing in a time of need?
Why are they so silent, when they see the beginning of a freedom seed?
Why are we so silent, when these people need our help on this day?
I am writing this and hope all of you will send it on it's way.
To everyone who appreciates Freedom and those who know,
By planting and nurturing this tiny freedom seed, we will help it grow,
Into the largest and most fruitful plant, of which no one does own.
So others, like the protestors, will experience the freedom we have known.
I also hope the spider forgives me and the protestors forgive us all.
For we have not answered their shouts, their freedom call.
We need to let the protestors know that come what may,
We stand beside them, we hear them, we hear what they say.
Written by Mrsupole.