Freedom Poem by Artchil Daug

Let each one finds his way from troubled stars
in this cold night of shadows and darkness,
amidst the flickering of shiny bars
that barred the mind in this wicked stillness;

Free thyself from this wretched becoming
lest be swept away by foiled ignorance.
defeat temptation and wanton bleeding
or forever shall be shackled in nuisance;

Behold! The reduced shall rise with power,
might shall crumble the gods of whom thou spar,
glory and honor bestow the lower
once proud hearts bow in anguish from afar;

For freedom makes man desire without pain,
then let freedom be realized in vain.