For Freedom, Not Assange

Silent steps are taken in the dark
The shadows of history are seen on the walls
Power cringes in the light of truth
Behind closed doors truth is classified
Our fate sealed with government stamps
Truth only becomes truth by inspection

So the gates are locked
Truth deemed such a fragile flower
That it would wither in the public eye
Or could it possibly be the blossoming of liberty
Forces of freedom now stand
Or forever have it plucked from your hand

Information is the key
To unlock the chains around democracy
If it is lost, then we have all lost
Surrendering freedom because we didn't like a man
Distracted by conjecture the battle is won
Without ever whispering the name of the game

Camille Delaquise

This poem was written the day after Julian Assange was arrested and dragged out of the Embassy of Ecuador in London. This poem was originally published in The Green Left Weekly now the Green Left

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