FREECREATION.

Free God from the steeple people,
Release him on the street,
Sit down and watch him coping
And how he now competes.
Free love from the stupid cupids,
And let emotion be,
Stand up and see eloping
Those who still want to breed.

Free space from the Hubble bubble,
And the matter that is dark,
Sit inside its crater
And reach farther than the stars.
Free time from its toil and trouble,
And break all eternal bars,
Stand outside elated
As the new performance starts.

Free man from the witness hit list,
Allow him to escape,
Sit on the edge of heaven
And be his advocate.
Free bodies from the boring morons,
And the strictures they debate,
Stand off until you have them
By the text that they create.

Free minds from the highest crisis,
And spread them on the brain,
Sit down and gather round you
The dreadful to re-train.
Free souls from the lowest moor lands,
And treat them all the same,
Stand up and lead them on to
The starting line again.