Let there be ownership

Let there be ownership.

Say "Yes" when the slaves arise.

Free them, cutting chains apart

that their sickles be pavement

'pon which you walk toward freedom.

The owning is yourself.

Your prison gate's ajar.

Look toward the horizon's edge

where suns do set and nights arrive

where days begin and evenings rest.

Take hold of peace.

She's yours when lips are pressed

to bandaged wounds and pallid face

to repressed truths and pilgrim feet.

Rest your nerves for nobler feats

than flight from unbound ownership.