I said I felt disarmed…:A poem 

I woke up before midnight calm 

And felt the Sun on my arm 

Why aren’t you asleep my good luck charm(?), 

he asked. I said I felt disarmed! 

You can take antagonism in a haste 

And lay it to waste 

if you have gotten a taste 

to be impregnably chaste 

I said I saw the moon’s face 

And I felt it lacked grace 

But as our minds race 

I’d rather tie my shoelace 

And there were two birds on a tree 

If freedom was actually about being free 

If you believe you saw no sea 

nor the Moon’s desert country! 

I said to the Sun: 

Aren’t we having fun? 

The deeds are not yet done! 

Which foolish thinks he’s already won!