(11th july / )

Drum Of Freedom

Freedom, freedom they shout,
freedom, freedom they say.___
Obsessed with freedom!
Freedom, freedom night and day.___

They have erected and they
show large statues of freedom.___
Freedom, freedom they sing like
hymns and ever beat the drum.___

Bombings, theft and dacoity
disguised in the name of freedom.___
Killings, torture, rape all are fine,
just shout freedom, freedom.___

But are they themselves free?
handful rule them with a glee.___
People of money and media and
walls of prejudice and lies I see.___

Few have taken them as hostage
and they've made world unfree.___
I pray for their freedom so that
entire world becomes free.___

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So long men remain selfish, and want to enjoy the fruit of others sweat a toil, freedom will remain an illusion. No body is really free. But what you have vividly painted is truly, a miserable existence. killing, torture, rape are fine, just shout freedom, freedom- - -is but the thieves are on board, and God help the victims. we only can pray and wish them success.
they beat the drums of freedom let it happen all over the world
Again, words of wisdom. I never heard of dacoity before, it is good to learn new words, but it would be better for the world and freedom if such words were not needed. Darla :)
An insightful, well articulated, and nicely penned poem written with intensity to drive home the point. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
Let our our winged thought may fly freely..let the speech freedom may come true...let we eradicate poverty...freedom...a dream of animal instinct
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