In this splendid modern world, freedom beckons
The utter bliss of being alone; structures are likened to shackles
Liberty is moving on and on and on
With nobody to even notice when you've gone.
In this muddled world passion and compassion
Phobias and fears; home sometimes is in a foreign land
Where more people might try to understand.
Families shatter but then
Why should it matter
The complexity of this muddled world
Is expression and depression
Do the poor speak? What do the homeless have to say?
That homes in this structured world will wait for another day.
Copyright: Rani Turton
But in this muddled world, there is still poetry. Write on, my friend. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A challenging and thought provoking poem.. I think there are many politicians who would benefit by reading some of your work.