Kenneth R. Jenkins

Rookie - 0 Points (1 June 1961 / Augusta, GA)

Freedom Cry


in memory of the children of South Africa


Freedom!
Lifted out of the ashes and into a river of hope
A river of joy
A river of peace.

Cry freedom!

Freedom!

As a country dies
And children die because of
What they believe in

Cry freedom!

Freedom!

You jail them in your jails,
You murder them,
Torture them,
Burn their schools and home
But we still

Cry freedom!

Freedom!

You can do all these things
And make spoils of it
And yet tell them they are not free
But we will with all our hearts-

Cry freedom!

Freedom!

No matter the strife
Feeling powerless at times
When there is no power
But yet we will forever- -

Cry freedom!

Freedom!

You break us down
Break our spirits
But we forever

Cry freedom! !

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

Topic of this poem: racism


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  • Gold Star - 13,083 Points Chinedu Dike (10/27/2014 1:44:00 AM)

    Freedom is never given freely by the oppressor, to achieve it, the oppressed has to fight gallantly. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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