Freedom Poem by Maryanne Richards

Freedom



We are but players
In the game of life
Bowing to the unseen
And unknown god.

Freedom requires one to
Break the mould of the conventional god
And stop this dying, to be free.

Friday, July 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Freedom
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