For Freedom...

We live. Sure. But are we free?

So tired of being human,

Of living upto expectations,

Not being with Nature, one

Weaving life through many frustrations.

A human falls on Earth, born free

For a moment, till society intervenes,

Chained then on by social decree,

Joy of living, slowly the world weans.

Rather a feathered one in the open sky

Or a four legged, running in the wood,

A short life, lived in glory

And pay all dues in blood.

Not this wasteful life of slow death,

Of men sowing hatred among men,

Covering lies with a smiling sheath,

Cloaking hell with promises of heaven.

Battered Soul now craves freedom,

From thoughts fettered by mediocre,

To suckle again at the Green Mother's bosom,

And merge into the elements, forever.

Reviews

[priya]

Amazing....beautifully written and a very strong message...this makes me ask myself as to why this world has becomes such a horrific place to live in..why people are becoming more and more selfish...the humanity is dying and no one is doing anything...

[Poetic Nuance]

It is true. But change happens with one person. Maybe you are that person... :)

[Poetic Nuance]

Thank you for liking the poem & commenting. :)

[priya]

possible....

[Cory Barrett]

and in the end all we can do is be the best humans we can be. This is our card, this is what we were dealt, lay down trump and score another point!

[Poetic Nuance]

Absolutely. Everything big started with one person. :)

[Kurayami]

This is an interesting poem. I would like to know why you are "so tired of being human".

~Kurayami

[Poetic Nuance]

What is great about being human? Everything that once stood for humanity is lost to us. If anything, the values that made us human are only now seen, amongst Nature & those beings that we call with scorn as Animals.