Freedom, an arm,
To arm the unarmed.
A desire, never been truth,
Always remained in books.
Freedom, a word,
To word the wordless,
An inspiration, never cared,
Always remained in feeling.
Freedom, a dream,
To dream the dreamers.
A taste, never felt,
Always played hide and seek.
Freedom, a fight,
To fight the fighters.
A cry, never exist,
Always lied in sighs.
There is no freedom.
There is no free land,
There is no free man.
There is only a cry,
There is only a reflection,
Only a word out of eternity.
Freedom....
beautiful presentation..freedom is in our hand, that is if we know howto defend it...
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Yes, Kafil, you're right, there are no real freedoms in this world but only relative freedoms, very well penned! 10