On my mind rest the wicked and treacherous ways of the old and the new confrontations that have come and gone and now lay before us. History repeats itself and I feel this is what we have to look forward to; therefore I am but a gypsy. Give me the plains of the southwest, the mountains of the Midwest and the open lands. Let me write my words on paper and share with the world my beliefs. Give me what is rightfully mine, Freedom. Take away the bars that hold me in this cell, give me the freedom to roam about this planet of ours. Let me rise above this poverty and use only what I need and give back to the land and to my fellow worldly brothers. We are all created equal and it is time that we show our creators that we can care for this wonderful planet that they have given us with peace, love and understanding. Because they are coming back, let the records show that we will be visited and the end is near.
Christopher Chapman 2010 ©
