FreedomA Poem by Rita
Here is the darkness. The shadows of their persons. This is where I live. A sphere of continuous suffering. Where screams are muffled By their arrogant march And justice is imprisonment Under all the lies. Freedom sunk in ink Interpreted their way Agreed over a bottle of wine And endless plates of food They are free. We are not. Is man free When he hungers But is imprisoned By starvation? Is man free When the cold Takes over his body And freezes him to death? Is man free When words sting his soul, Tear at his heart, And emotion becomes his master? Is man free When opinions Shatter his own And people become his master? Is man ever free? Or is man forever bound To this darkness To this world Where there is always a thirst for power, a pair of ignorant eyes, A merciless mother nature, And a crowd oblivious onlookers. © 2008 RitaFeatured Review
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