The Ugly Truth Of Freedom

I saw a boy sitting alone

All alone beside a tombstone

Wailing for the loss he had undergone

In the war which left everyone to mourn.

 

 

The war which his custodians fought

To end the severe harassment they got

A war through which freedom they sought

Through which peace and harmony could be bought.

 

 

They knew it won’t be a good legacy to own

As life-long suffering can tremble any soul

They knew their tots won’t be able to abate

The unknown treachery written in their fate.

 

 

For this sole reason they put their life on stake

And crafted a plan for the rebellion they would take

But before they could start their journey to liberate

The tyrant cut off their head and threw them for vulture’s sake.

 

 

Thus a mighty uprising received a premature end

The bairns and babes were left with no warrior to defend

Thus the oppressor got a chance to enslave

The one whom he considered traitor and knave.

 

 

Oh almighty God, where’s that justice gone

Which persists for barbarians but for weak it was never born.

Where is that divine vengeance which fell like a bolt

In past, upon those defaulters like Stalin and Adolf.

 

 

Is this the ugly truth which we need to face

That those idols and shrine’s are just so bitterly fake?

And we are the one whose endeavour in past brought

That ultimate freedom which never existed we thought.

Reviews

[Violet Potter]

I really liked this. Couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like to be living in these sort of circumstances. I am personally a really big fan of the type of poetry that rhymes and I liked the fact that you mixed the rhythms up here. Great job!