Even in the straitjacket, I am always free: A poem 

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Can there be a kind of hush all over the world, 

when so many different flags are unfurled? 

Everybody is looking at me with anticipation 

Am I here to choose my destination? 

Yes, I am the Supreme as much as I am a serf 

This immense pain I take on, is my glory and my turf 

There is too much villainy, but I haven’t yet cursed 

For patience and restraint is what I have nursed 

I know that this sacrifice can never be sold 

I am defiant, even as I am oldest of the old  

You will see my face and never know its grace 

How I copped undeserved disgrace, but I didn’t go to waste 

I live everyday as if I, for death yet eternity, I may 

And what evil wants to hear, I choose not to say 

You can single me out, couple me, or multiply me by three 

But even in a prolonged straitjacket, I am always free! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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