Hammers and Saws

We all seek freedom, an escape from the dark,
An escape from the night, to a place apart;
Where the souls are pure and the light bright,
Where wishes are fulfilled, the stars always in sight.
But so seldom do we arrive to this magical land,
For worldly chains do bind us, feet to hand.
Would it be too much to say were sodomized with indiscretion,
While aged morals bleed and fear plots insurrection.
Alas, I would say: Fight Back!
But as slaves, broken, we keep our bonds intact.
The people swap lovers like dancers at a ball
Children imitate elders; water droplets over falls.
Somewhere there is a bastion, a beacon till dawn
That we can flee to together, arm in arm.
When realization brings us to face all our flaws,
Surely then we’ll come together with hammers and saws.