Freedom Poems
War Is Never Over
by Cecil L. Harrison
War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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Dear Ex
by Osofia Yarkwan
Dear Ex,
I've finally moved on
From all the lies you told
The pleasure you offered was poison to life
The shadow of myself you were
But I've come into light
Dear Ex
Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Homemade Apartheid II
by Hébert Logerie
They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
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London, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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Dear Ex
by Osofia Yarkwan
Dear Ex,
I've finally moved on
From all the lies you told
The pleasure you offered was poison to life
The shadow of myself you were
But I've come into light
Dear Ex
My sweet Canary
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
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A Prisoner’s Reverie
by Antonio Hamersky
Longing for freedom to rain from the heavens
Waiting for a flood of liberation to wash away the chains
But who am I to predict, what’s to come our way?
Have we ever really been truly free anyway?
I’ve been sat down my whole life, told what to do
I’ve watched my loved ones be worked like a cog
What dog thought organic matter could work in a machine
They ground down the ones I loved, and I sat a prisoner
to a fate and a design I never asked for
Can’t be free when you’re a hostage,
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If I Were an Angel, I Would Have Been Lucifer
by Adelana Victor
If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within. Lucifer, the Morning Star, the bearer of light, who shone with unparalleled brilliance before the fall. In that light, there is a story of pride, ambition, and the desire to understand the boundaries of one's own existence.
Lucifer's tale is one of beauty and tragedy, a reflection on the nature of free will and the consequences of our choices. As an angel, Lucifer was not content with blind obedience. He sought to challenge, to explore the depths of his own power and the fabric of creation. In his defiance, there is a spark of something profoundly human. A desire for autonomy, for knowledge, for the ability to shape one's own destiny.
If I were an angel, I too would have questioned the order of things. I would have looked beyond the celestial harmony and wondered about the meaning of my existence. In Lucifer's quest for self-determination, I see a mirror to our own struggles as humans, grappling with our place in the universe and the limits of our freedom.
Lucifer's fall is a reminder of the fine line between aspiration and hubris. His journey from the highest heavens to the depths of hell is a cautionary tale about the perils of overreaching. Yet, it is also a story of immense courage, of a being who dared to defy the most powerful force in existence in pursuit of his own truth.
To be Lucifer is to embody a paradox—a being of light turned into a symbol of darkness, a figure of rebellion who once epitomized divine beauty. It is to understand that within each of us lies the potential for both great good and profound error. Lucifer's story urges us to reflect on our own ambitions, our own desires to push beyond the limits, and the consequences that may follow.
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Daughter of the Sea –
by Quinn Smorenburg
Awaken, you who is kept
buried under mountains of water.
Cast down from empty sky; set alight and
burnt. You chose to drench yourself and
run away from flames chained to you.
But now you sit, singled and desperate,
hoping for nothing at the bottom of
this ocean.
I see green holes in you;
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