Two thousand and 84

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flash fiction from2014

Song Bird Songs

airship

“What is freedom?” she asked.
“It’s more than an absence of imperial domination,” he explained, eyes glowing in the dim lit cell.
“It’s something you must have inside, in your head, before you can live it, before you can give it to others. Some people think they are free, but they are the most bound of all, they are not even free in their thoughts.”
“Those that do the bidding of the masters?” she glanced down at the plastic cuffs securing her hands to the bench.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Was I free before they captured me?”
“No, for you were bound by fear of them. That is not freedom.”
“Where you ever free?”
“Yes, for a while I was, free of fear and free of them. I lived on an air ship. I hid in clouds and scattered pamphlets … I was free like the birds till they shot me…

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And I will sing!

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hate

My defiance takes a different note,

“They” want me to fear

So I will choose love not hate,

For only love casts out fear.

“They” want to manipulate my mind just as they manipulated the killers.

No go! I have free choice, I choose good, not evil.

“They” want me to cower, to become afraid to voice my own faith,

I choose instead to confirm my faith in a God of love,

The only one able to deal with “them”.

“They” cannot be “bombed out of existence”

Like the hydra “they” will only grow more heads.

Like chemo or radiation, that may give temporary reprieve, (while creating devastation) but it will not destroy the “stem cells”.

The real perpetrators lurk unseen in the shadows and the “cancer” will spread and grow again,

We see only the pawns in their diabolical power game.

Yet I will sing,

For God himself plays against “them” and is able to heal anything.

Limited by His gifts to us, of free choice, and earth’s dominion, He yet holds the end game.

Though I foresee escalation, destruction and hate,

I will love.

Though political idiots undermine our UK police forces (who protect us) with crippling budget cuts, while buying nuclear armaments,

I will trust.

While media are no longer free to print the truth,

I will seek it and speak it.

While orphans wail, and children lay in pools of blood,

While Paris is but the tip of the iceberg, and other nations experience such horrors on a daily basis,

I will continue to believe in the flame of good in humanity.

This is my defiance.

I will love, I will seek the truth behind the lies I’m fed, I will not be manipulated.

I will choose to see the good, the stories of courage, humanity, and compassion that remind me that man was made in the image of God, a God of love,

And I will sing my defiance!

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