Freedom

I can't barter my freedom
Take away the riches with you
Don't display your dollars and pounds
To my countrymen who need freedom too

You can't cut my tongue short
It flexes swift and slip your hand
Winds of freedom would blow one day
Your vile attempts can't change the trend

I dream of my countrymen
Walking down the streets feeling proud
The pangs of hunger and poverty
Is packed and burnt in freedoms shroud

I dream of little children
With glowing faces and charming smiles
Rushing to schools in groups
Dressed in colours with impeccable styles

I dream of the girl child
Eyes bright with vision unbound
She has a dream of a world
Where hate and racism can't be found

She would charm all
With her beauty and sharp mind
I dream of her flying high
In all the fields leaving the men far behind

There would be freedom
To speak, to write, to work and to sing
No one would die of hunger
Peace and harmony every dawn would bring

by Tiku akp

Comments (69)

A wonderful poem with sparkling expression! My great pleasure reading it time and again!
You can't cut my tongue short It flexes swift and slip your hand Winds of freedom would blow one day Your vile attempts can't change the trend.....so touching and impressive expression with strong wish for freedom. A brilliant poem is executed fascinatingly.
There would be freedom To speak, to write, to work and to sing No one would die of hunger Peace and harmony every dawn would bring... Very true
There would be freedom To speak, to write, to work and to sing No one would die of hunger Peace and harmony every dawn would bring Beautiful lines..👍👍👍👍
I dream of my countrymen Walking down the streets feeling proud The pangs of hunger and poverty Is packed and burnt in freedoms shroud. The words of true patriot to be borne in mind
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