JUST SING FREEDOM

For the world that is even now fighting to hear the song... whispering prayers...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freedom is a song

music, melody, measures

it can’t be chained

or bullet ceased

or dead stilled

blue notes play flattened forms

tailgate trombone

riffs across rifles

ragtime, rebop and ride

a hot lick coming in the middle

bones in syncopated rhythm

crimes against humanity

skulls scream of genocide

dead in every nationside

and country tide

screeching massacres

or justice caged

all of mercy in a rage

blood stained keys

sometimes no harmonies

but time beat time

tempo and cadence in a rhyme

prisons with no trials

raped lands across the miles

bigotry and hate

stomp and scream at the tune

chorus to coda with a comp

full of insanity

song still plays

play some funk and dance a jig

cool jazz to free jazz

there’s a rhythm in the back line

beating time

cold cement prison cells

stomp, stride and swing

scat with the sideman

pattin juba by slapping time

there’s a mickey ending  

when we cry freedom

freedom to love

freedom to choose peace

oh freedom is a song

don’t ever try to silence it

just sing freedom

til it’s every color

on every flag…

Author's Note

I won't stop believing in the song.. sing it with me now.. let's pick up the pace...

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh i read this my friend right after you wrote it..
i hesitated to comment lest not so old wounds open
and once they open i will sing myself maybe not so nice words that not all would like
Our freedom were taken forever..really we were not under a free government before
but once someone strange opens your door uninvited and takes his place
and acts like the owner of the place..you dont know my friend how this hurts
once i was on a mission to the local airport..some americans stopped me from getting in
only after hours of wait..i was furiuos ,a british security laughed to me and pacified me
he told me its your home with all the belongings but strange you are not allowed in..
i swear i felt tears and was ashamed they might fall..i will never show weakness there
frredom is very preciuos my friend,you will never know how dear it is untill you lose it
i really loved how you made a connection between music and peace and war
surly each and every has its own rhythm..really enjoyed this beautiful write
and i thank you for posting it..
lovely write..

[Geralyn Miller]

I love this! I would like to shove it down the throat of every tyrant of every ilk! I know, I can be violence prone, but I have seen to much in my life to be tolerant of repression of any type.
I had a distant Polish cousin who spent 32 years imprisoned by the Soviets, thrown into prison at the age of 10--can you imagine? He marched in place every day humming Yankee Doodle, he had convinced the guards it was a nonsense folk song; but he knew the story of the defiance the song represented and it gave him the strength to keep going. He died in 2000, his health had been damaged by the long imprisonment, but he died in th USA, in freedom and went to his grave to the strains of "Yankee Doodle".
Music is a powerful thing.

[Constance-Outspoken]

Wonderful message, and as always your word choice is impeccable. As Emma mentioned in her review, the poem is filled with sound, movement... and I think magic. Excellent work.

[Helen Woodward]

Okay!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is mind boggling Craig and I never thought of freedom as a song, but it has...or should have...all the earmarks that music builds in our souls.
Freedom is a wonderful word that brings to mind the birds of the air that have no inhibition...just free flight, comforting as is your outspoken cry here, EXCELLENT PARALLELS!!! :-)

Helen~

[Closedown]

I'll sing along.

[Robin]

words to learn by heart

[Jillian Alexis]

this is absolutely amaaaazing!!!!

[Amy Bumpas]

This is reality and what goes on in the world...and sometimes
just to sing and dance soothes the right to freedom...

These lines say it all:raped lands across the miles

bigotry and hate
play some funk and dance a jig

cool jazz to free jazz

[Kesha]

Beautiful imagery! A wonderfully worded poem! I always enjoy reading your work! :)

[Omar Fendri]

I like that every line has its own charm, its own allurement, its own fascination.
Those kind of poems have to be totally spread in every nook and cranny in this world so that peace gains power over the hatred.
It's wonderful and pure, full of wisdoms and heartfelt. Your words create the harsh reality and create the eternal hope... and as you bring strength and optimism in me, you can create a wholly difference in this world if everyone read your poems.