declaration

There is a feeling that washes over me
like a dry wind through the foothills
bringing a hint of a distant fire.

Independence is a worn ideal
based on might and threat,
bombs, bursting in air to bring fear.

That once distant fire is now ubiquitous,
burning in the hearts of the many
yet never consuming the desire.

Freedom is a tattered belief,
held before multinational corporations
dealt in the dependence of all for one.

There is a feeling that washes over me,
that only with change can freedom come
like a summer rain that carries no threats.

Cooperation is a missing component
of many foreign affairs in disarray
with the foolish notion of control.

The rockets red glare is frightening,
making the dog run under the bed
and the cat wisely hide in the shadows.

Peace is deemed a futile hope
unless the thought of war remains
in the consciousness of the poor.

There is a feeling that washes over me,
perhaps bringing the winds of change
if we choose to declare Interdependence.