I walk the solemn pathway all alone
Others care to join me
Engage in careless conversation
As we pass the foreshore, by the sea
More join our walk along the way
As we continue down the road
We talk sweet nothings, ‘hello how are you?’
We pass a frog by lake, or toad
But as they walk the road less travelled
They talk about news of the day
Freedom’s glare is fading from us
Will we confront or turn away?
The pathway comes to its first bend
Some walkers find it hard to counter
A storm following a sunny day
A drought follows storm, brings empty fountain
Questions arise as to the bend
Is it too large a turn to fathom?
Some pursue it, others fail
Turning back, can’t walk the trail
Those left on the path take the turn
The bend being not the journey’s end
Those left on the path, they protect
Their challenge rises, they defend
Safety, security, our foremost thoughts
Freedom pure for our sisters, brothers
Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Or must we have one without the other?
The walkers share thoughts, an expression
‘Freedom under threat,’ they think
Those willing stand to protect
No-one’s bettered freedom yet
Even so some shy away
Their feet, their body, can’t take the heat
They wrestle with what they ought defend
But feel the challenge too high for them to beat
Now few are left to walk the walk
Their voice it need be loud
The few left talking defend and fight
Will the voice of the few be drowned by crowd?
A crowd that will not walk the path
A crowd that will not share the stage
A crowd that takes free thought for granted
Is this the coming of freedom’s age?
Will freedom rise above, beyond?
The call of duty has no roar
Duty comes from heart and mind
Freedom is worth fighting for.