Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #30: It's Independence Day and the aliens have invaded. You have one chance to save the planet by describing to them what Independence means. Share that speech with us. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Primrose Path
So it happens that we come to this--
A standstill.
Floating between earth and heaven,
Prompted to lurch forth--
Into a destiny not of our own inclining;
No less manifest, but--
dispossessed,
Of the freedom to tramp on the weak
With impunity.
Freedom is a gift,
That the guilty oppress,
But the spirit is a fortress:
Limitless, self-possessed--
The attack on terrain is not a new tale,
Just remember--
Independence is a bloody business.