The second is called "Meditating on Freedom," and was written while... actually, the title is pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!
Go, Speed Racer, Go.
Good and evil, locked in conflict:
And there’s racing, too.
Jump-jacks and flying kicks and tire shanks,
And cheaters don’t always get caught,
Because “it’s hard to see what goes on inside of those dust clouds.”
But no matter:
Speed will win, in the end: and all will agree that this is
Right and
True and
Good.
So the white car finishes first, and neither crowd nor camera
Cares about the rest.
Cares about the rest.
Because light has defeated dark,
And the dark goes to prison, because
“Cheaters never prosper.”
And after watching, you may think
That there’s something strange and incredible about
How the red and white of the finish line
Never mix into pink, and how
The checkered flag never turns gray.
Meditating on Freedom
Would you be free?
There is freedom everywhere.
In rising and in falling,
In living and in dying
There is freedom.
You cannot escape it.
And to the one who conquers, a new name will be given.
But only to the one who conquers.
You are free indeed:
Free to be a hero or villain,
Free to leave or free to go,
Free to try, and to fail
Or succeed.
You cannot escape it.
And each will be judged according to his deeds.
This is why freedom is frightening.
This is freedom:
To fight and win, or die
In the fighting, and win anyway.
To fight against even yourself,
Like the two arms of a cross,
And to receive the victor’s crown.
Freedom is the voice that says, “Well done,” when
You could have done otherwise.
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