Peaceful,
dreaming, sleeping sound,
The
ruling giant, who wears no crown.
Slumbers
still through restless dreams,
Peaceful
through un-easing things.
Internal
struggles perplex its mind,
Yet
peace and love are there to find.
An
itch to scratch, still not awake,
Resting
still; slight grumbles make.
Frightening
sound, fire and screams,
Wake
the giant from its dreams.
Eyes
wide open, blurrily see,
What
has happened, can it be?
The
giant rolls out of bed,
Beholds
the wounds upon its head.
Looks
around as if to see,
Who
might do this thing to me?
I’m
a peaceful loving thing,
What
can pain and sorrow bring?
Now
I must seek out the source,
Of
this atrocious use of force.
Seek
he does, who wears no crown,
Ask
he does, of all around,
Whom,
of you, would have me wake?
What,
from me, do you wish to take?
I
have wealth and power and pride,
I
have very few things to hide.
The
greatest things that you might need,
Are
tolerance, love, and diversity.
Most
have come to understand,
For
what, this giant does for stand.
But
there are those who’ve yet to see,
What
true freedom really means.
Freedom
means you have a choice,
Freedom
means you have a voice.
What
you want, will be heard,
From
mighty lions to little birds.
I
will listen and sometimes agree,
What
it is you want from me.
I
fight for freedom for all mankind,
I
fight for all that have like mind.
But
these are things that you hate,
And
in these things, you seal your fate.
You’ve
pricked me and made me bleed,
Most
of all, you’ve awakened me.
Eyes
wide open, I clearly see,
Those
who would cause harm to me.
Pause
a moment to contemplate,
What
course now lies for me to take?
I
think that I should seek you out,
Find
out what you’re all about.
Look
for you in every hole,
Hunt
you like a troublesome mole.
Run
and hide, you cowardice fool,
Think
you now, you’re time to rule?
Think
you now, that you have won?
Not
quite, say I, it’s just begun.
I
will find you, and when I succeed,
All
will know your dirty deeds.
You
cower and quiver and claim to fight,
For
what it is you think is right.
But
if it were, you’d stand proud,
You’d
sing and scream and shout out loud.
You’d
not hide and mask your mind,
You’d
stand on a rock for all to find.
If
what you believed were truly great,
The
world would surely reciprocate.
The
world does not, how so, why?
Could
it be that you are blind?
Look
around and you’ll soon see,
That
the world stands close to me.
A
giant now, but not always so,
A
fledgling not so long ago.
You
should look and take heed,
You
are judged by your deeds.
While
you look to empower one,
I
have fought for everyone!
Rest
I’ve had, not great, but good,
I’m
ready yet to do what I should,
Great
power I have, great strength and might,
Now
you will see in this coming fight.
Crush
you, I will, as foes long before,
Seek
you, I will, from every shore.
You
shall not hide from my wrath.
Remember
it’s you that sought the bloodbath.
When
it’s all finished, I’ll go back to sleep,
And
from me, you’ll hear no more than a peep.
Until
you dare, strike me once more,
The
sleeping giant will once again ROAR!
Cody
Dickinson
This
poem is dedicated to all those that unknowingly gave their lives for the
“sleeping giant” that we call the United States of America on September 11th,
2001. My prayer is that their
sacrifice “NEVER” be forgotten. May
the “giant” be vigilant and ever aware of the dangers it faces.
But slumber must come for the “giant”.
For if it forgets it’s sleep, it will soon wary, and fall.
A significant part of the United States “giant” is its power to get
it done, and return to “sleep”. Prolonged
fighting has only proved to be the downfall of every other “super power” in
history. Let us learn. Prolonged
conflict can only feed the fuel. Let
us take care of what needs to be done, and go
“back to sleep”. Even
“giants” need rest.