dear amsterdam,
they said you were free
i still wonder when
i look eight ways before
i cross the street and
billions of bicycles are barreling
through door and window
careless of love and honor.
freedom music?
then bind me to Reality’s song!
every nation riding two wheels
peddling their chains of “freedom”
cruising through red lights
stopping at green smoke.
dear amsterdam,
if you would be a free city
enslave yourself to Truth.
jarrod
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