After reading Patton's "Through A Glass, Darkly" posted lb (thanks Anon), I waxed poetic and thought I'd put this out there…

 

I AM ANON (FREE VERSE)

 

I am Anon.

My face, my name, what do they mean?

Who am I? I have a face and a name.

Perhaps it is known, or has been known.

But it is overlooked by those who do not care to see.

And those who do not see, have not seen

My life.

The struggles, the small victories, the failures, the pain,

The transgressions I’ve made, the restitution I’ve paid.

Rather, I am to them a source.

What do I provide them? Wealth. A place to rest their contempt.

Perhaps even their sustenance.

My lifeblood is toil, striving, seeking

Freedom. Not to take, nor to dominate, nor to oppress.

Instead, I seek the warmth of love, the space to exist, the chance

To grow, the opportunity to be better.

From birth it is my right, but it is not my life.

I am just Anon.

I feel no hate towards mankind, nor desire to

Deprive others. My soul seeks peace.

My eyes see the pain of the little ones, my soul feels

The humiliation of the infirm. I hear the brave cry of the warrior

Whose courage was wasted upon an illusion.

I taste the chains of slavery in this world,

Shackled by those whose existence is only to take, consume

And destroy.

I am no longer Anon. I am a multitude, awakening

To the shit smeared into my face. My hands

Have not the strength to wrest away from them

The life I simply seek. My heart is not strong enough

To step into the fray and slay my tormentors.

I continue to be imprisoned.

But the beacon of Hope, the Joy of the Promised Land

And the will to Right that which is unjust

Compel me to employ the only slings and arrows

Left to me.

I am Anon no more. My voice rises

Amongst the multitudes. The silent.

The helpless. The blind.

With my last breath, I speak

Of freedom. For me alone?

No. Freedom is best when shared.

I am no longer Anon. My face and name unknown, but my voice is heard

Around the Entire World.