I If freedom was the choice to give, A rogue the chieftain’s cap; And then, in time, repeat my lack I would give my freedom back II If freedom was the chance to walk The streets of my home town; But always fearful of attack I would give my freedom back III If freedom was to join the sect And wear the robes of pious men; And then like wolves, run in a pack I would give my freedom back IV If freedom was to rid myself Of all that makes a moral man; And torture men on board and rack I would give my freedom back V If freedom was to kill and destroy The lives of those I did not know; And then be knighted for whack and whack I would give my freedom back VI If freedom was to know the truth; But lie and lie, to keep the form And then receive a hero's plaque I would give my freedom back VII If freedom was to be immune From the desparate cries of suffering men And in those places never crack I would give my freedom back VIII But God, the Almighty is Freedom’s source And no people hold its exclusive rights For where Freedom reigns, there is no fear Each man is born as Freedom’s heir
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The word freedom is so often used today, without any real practical indications of its true meaning.
Comments (5)
Rob
So often what's called freedom is actually the direct manifestation of humanity's inner state of incarceration.
your clear choice thoughout the poem is deeply powerful. Ty for your sharing
I am humbled by your very generous comment and your incisive insight. Thank you.
Best wishes
Bill