Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


Freedom


The dearest word from which to start,
The most humane and finest part,
Of our existence

Without Freedom, what's ahead
Millions of Chains around our head
And thus Tyrannical Men spread
The seed of ignominious and disgraceful defeat
Of Liberty that they beat and steal from us
Leaving Her for dead, in a pool of our blood
With nothing fine nor human left within our heart.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/13/2013 5:39:00 AM)

    Without Freedom, what's ahead
    Millions of Chains around our head
    Many poets have sung the songs for breaking the barrier, kicking open the shackles and unchaining the souls.
    You have lent just another voice. Well expressed.
    Long live human freedom! Down with all forms of human subjugation! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (6/18/2013 1:41:00 PM)

    All of mankind should be free and not suffer oppression of any kind. Well said, and well written Sandra. (Report) Reply

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