Vladimir Huber > Poems > Freedom

Atlantic City, NJ, March 5, 1972


By Vladimir Huber

Pulling and pushing,
to get loose,
from those invisible chains,
that have kept us for so long.
We try different ways,
yet, they don’t seem to work.
We like the chains,
maybe, ‘cause they remain with us.

Prisoners making prisoners
for freedom’s sake.
Put them behind the walls,
that we will remain out here,
yet, inside the cave.
Darkness is clear,
and pleasant, too;
after all, it’s such a close friend,
with our endless chains.