Give me blood
'Give me blood, I will give you freedom'
The great son and patriot gave invitation with slogan
I shall take you to the shore of liberty
You deserve it by right and not by charity
Was it vision, love for country or pure wisdom?
These words can be heard seldom
Have we not bartered our freedom to few members?
Hardly few may find place now to remember
Country has become house hold of few
They have little time spare or no time or view
It is forced dynastic rule with no future for people
Praise the dynasty, have blessings and rule
Whom do we blame for such down fall?
The self rule for people without dashing against wall
Was it calculated move to pass on the helm of affairs?
Still to term it as great struggle and very fair
Country passing in turmoil and hungry foxes cry foul
Not responding to conscience and searching soul
Who else can rise from the grave and lead us to dreamland
Where our forefathers promised us a free land
Why did they all sacrifice life for nothing?
Was it the only aim to gain something?
They may be watching helplessly from heaven
In which way our heroic struggle has been proven?
Why all tall promises are made everyday?
The poor have nothing to fill in belly for a day
Life has become cheap and no means to lead a way
What are they all talking of subway, highway or motor way?
We shall be true republic and in every sense secular
We shall have not only peace and security in particular
But will power to quench the thrust of millions of hungry
All these only after firing at restless mob turning angry
We have nothing to offer poor a shelter
We have no planning to see welfare and cater
We can swallow not in millions but only in billions
One corrupt player watches another to enter on stage from pavilion
The freedom has become joke and an instrument
To establish rule of scoundrels with money and muscle movement
Where from all these countless money are poured in
What is there to rejoice on any republic day for win?
Let us not shed any tears or feel sad for departed souls?
They were not scammers, statute politicians but idiots and fools?
Why no father advised them what will be fate of their freedom struggle?
The country will be turned in wrestling ground and free for grab in jungles
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Believe it as right
Rejoice o, sons of soil and celebrate
The happiness and joy how to narrate
It has found its ultimate and logical end
The tyrant was forced to flee and inclined to bend
The popular will has prevailed and won
The hardship and pain may finally be gone
Let another tyrant not enter through back door
The country belongs to all including very poor
Years have passed in turmoil and end was not in sight
No one was able to judge and believe it as right
How can a single individual rule over millions hungry?
When there was no love for countrymen and country?
The endurance has now no more stretching space
We have been pushed into corner for mad race
It was unknown tyrant to long for such a long
Why did he not know he was doing something wrong?
How can we remain in palace when country men were dying in hunger?
Why can’t one understand that people are unhappy and raging with anger?
Even if tyranny is to find a favor one must act sensible and be compassionate
His rule can be disliked by many but must beat with aspirations and resonate
This is how we have witness over number of years in recent days
People have taken to streets and forced the tyrants to go away
What would they do with stolen national wealth when it is needed here?
How would they feel comfortable when they will find place no where?
The last Great Mughal Emperor Bhadurshah Jafar missed his motherland
He was exiled by foreign invaders for annexing the complete land
How much desperate he was when his last days were near?
He could not find burial land for waging holy struggle for years
People do remember great sons of soil and patronize
They will never agree if attempt is made for country to colonize
It is stand not acceptable as it is breach of promise and amounts to compromise
Even blind ruler may find the revolt much to his astonishment and surprise
It is sad to witness some of innocent deaths
The countrymen may remember their sacrifice and lay a wreath
It may always be commemoration to their selfless service
Whole country may be weeping over martyr’s death and not as demise
The new day may come with lot many aspirations and expectations
New rule with lots of welfare measures may sound as an indication
In any set up people wish is supreme and may stay as final
Any attempt to sabotage it may lead to down fall or tyrant’s funeral
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
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It is people
It is people’s victory
No one should feel sorry
It was writing on wall
Demand of the day and call
Mahatma Gandhi did it to gain freedom
Such movement was witnessed seldom
Today it is happening once again
Glory to motherland and power to regain
No bloodshed or single loss of life
Amidst uncertainty, with growing concern and strife
Whole country has witnessed a non violent struggle
With free will drive for looters, grabbers in populated jungle
Why country and poor can not be placed at top?
Why does our spirit and conscience not stop?
What is reason for putting country into shame?
Is the liberal democracy only causing to blame?
Politicians and bureaucrats have done immense damage
The country’s affair is in shamble and unable to manage
The precious national wealth is taken away from people
God only knows when we can do it or be able?
Even the mighty can be brought down to knee
This is movement for calling a country really free
The system is not used to the advantages for few
People are in street to compel the culprits review
Only one man has done the miracle
Whole of country is proud of and entered the circle
The time zeroed in and changes are offered
The conception may be odd but opinion never differed
The country has to be freed from the slavery
From the organized loot and corruption mystery
Who can lead the nation and bring the result?
The country has faced enough of it with insult
Mahatma faced bullet for telling truth
This lone man may loose battle and face the death
Yet whole country is behind mass movement
We can only offer tribute and no other comments
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O, Brothers and sisters
O, Egyptian brothers and sisters
You have done it and it matters
Your flag is high up in the air
Your means were just and fair
We look forward to such an occasion
Wherever the freedom is in question
You may stand brave in our eyes and deserve esteem
You may breathe fresh air with independence and freedom
So many countries still reel under occupation
It has direct bearing on this struggle and relation
It may be foreign subjugation or forced annexation
They must release and come out in open with indication
No foreign yoke or slavery can last long
It is blot on our thinking and very wrong
How can one nation rule over another?
When they are suppose to act as big or small brother
Foreign rule is yet understandable
It can be kept under control and manageable
What happens when hardship is not mitigated?
When there is forced labor and population completely isolated
You have done all whatever you could do to defend the honor
The occupant was your own country man and not foreigner
What a pity when country is put to shame along with people?
This struggle was self ignited one and from any quarter enforceable
Whole nation was in street caring for no food, water or shelter
What an historic gathering when you were subjected to run for cover!
There was enough of bad rule and now it was time to act
Nothing was expected anything short but exit with facts
No honor is that high to keep the head high
No height is that high where flag can not reach and fly
Salute to all those who kept the nation above everything
The sacrifice was needed to pay it as tribute for something
Whole world is watching your heroic struggle with keen interest
It has come out of its own without any external help and stood the test
All have passed off peacefully to witness new emerging nation
Its roots are deep and may send joyous messages across other nations
If I could pay any respect for your efforts
It may be bowing down of head in respect
I am sure the freedom candle may be kept on burning
Till the peace and property is not returning
Let us resolve it first to stand together
Let the treachery and slavery exist any where
We shall unite in fight against injustice
Torch of freedom may light again with full of promises
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Seldom Won
Independence, liberty and freedom
Bloodlessly won seldom
Stalwarts and leaders had shown wisdom
This all we now read in class rooms
Who will not want to be in free country?
Where it is classless, non racial and sans misery
What else can be dreamed of to lead it happily?
And country is surging ahead steadily
Foreign occupants are taken as cruel and marauders
Their position is that of land hungry and invaders
They might have plundered the country in process
And brutally murdered for gaining the access
All said and done and now they have packed
No more claims on our land is staked
We are fully independent and sovereign
Free from any yoke as independence is regained
What is scenario there after?
Is country leading towards disaster?
Is the freedom struggle really a boom?
Is there any scope for poor with room?
It has tuned into grim reality
It has proved our incompetence and inability
We have pushed country into Dark Age
We failed to look after people and manage
Farmers are coming suicide
Politicians are asking for free ride
Everybody is on rampage and hands are full of corruption
The loot is clearly seen and going on without any interruption
Yes, death is wealth
To take pride for Poor’s health
Where are we today on this freedom day?
Can they take us to peaceful way?
Can we not dream for two square meals?
Can they not strike a simple deal?
They come once in five years
To feed with oasis waters in deaf years
No answer may ever be found
Out economy is claimed to be sound
All well but country is in ill health
Entire country is robbed of its wealth
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXV: Rules part 2
What’s the rule, when money could buy
What’s the rule, when power is absolute
What’s the rule, when feeling involved
What’s the rule, when pride is important
What’s the rule, when look affects
What’s the rule, when victory is a must
What’s the rule, when worlds are vain
What’s the rule, people don’t change
What’s the rule, when good is not always right
What’s the rule, freedom is misunderstood
What’s the rule, anger conquers
What’s the rule, past neglected
What’s the rule, crime that committed
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Freedom at last
Many years have been passed since we gained independence
It was not solitary case or mere simple incidence
It had come to end after centuries of subjugation
And achieved after prolonged struggle for status elevation
It is dram come true from slave country to a sovereign state
Finally sealing of billions of people’s aspirations and fate
Joy and cheers for whole of county and to breathe free air
With complete resolve to take on millions with care
Soon country may have a sigh of relief from foreign rule
The feeling was running high with addition of rumors and fuels
We were going to be master of our own destiny
A role entrusted to new occupants but desired by many
What we find today after freedom struggle?
Has it brought any material change with troubles?
Are we in real sense free and move without fear?
Has it not added more woes and agony to bear?
Nothing has changed in our own homeland
We are homeless and alien in our own land
No roof on our top and illiteracy rate very high
We are left alone to fate as high and dry
The gulf has been widened and poor are made to suffer
We have shown them day light dreams but have nothing to offer
Ordinary man can not have two square meals a day
Our dreams are shattered and hopes are dashed away
Farmers commit suicide and uniform people are gunned down
Law and orders is nobody’s concern and certainly well known
People were never dejected even under occupation forces
Today we have nothing but fear, deaths and only remorse
Still we are better than those dying daily praying in holy places
Whom to pray and whom to trust rather than feeling pity for races?
What a mosque or what a church to go in for asking peace!
The sentiments are at low ebb and human relation on freeze
If this is what it goes by definition then we may desire tyranny
At least democracy is not misunderstood and looks funny
Country’s wealth is cornered and sent abroad for future use
Country is burning at home and no means available to defuse
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John Cabanis
Neither spite, fellow citizens,
Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness,
And the lawlessness and waste
Under democracy's rule in Spoon River
Made me desert the party of law and order
And lead the liberal party.
Fellow citizens! I saw as one with second sight
That every man of the millions of men
Who give themselves to Freedom,
And fail while Freedom fails,
Enduring waste and lawlessness,
And the rule of the weak and the blind,
Dies in the hope of building earth,
Like the coral insect, for the temple
To stand on at the last.
And I swear that Freedom will wage to the end
The war for making every soul
Wise and strong and as fit to rule
As Plato's lofty guardians
In a world republic girdled!
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Freedom
To free from bondage is called freedom
It is born out of struggle and wisdom
It can be armed struggle, uprising or mutiny
Its impact can be felt far off or near vicinity
It is collective and not single handedly fought
Not only involves liberation but freedom of thought
Clear vision with real goal is pursued and sought
Secure boundary is created and peace is brought
People might have suffered and under gone anguish
Pushed in jails for untold sufferings and to languish
Losses of precious human lives and resolve to perish
As freedom is not won in a single day or finished
It is holy task to liberate the land from foreign yoke
Continuous hard struggle and not a matter of joke
Many countries may not support cause and poke
They may thwart the movement under thick smoke
Freedom once won must be preserved with care
Affairs to be managed with no option to go any where
First, house should be put in order to make it reality
To meet people’s aspirations and work in unity
Hard won freedom should not be lost for silly reason
One should know the meaning of freedom of expression
It is of no use if we don’t come out of economic slavery
Country may loose independence despite bravery
Nobody is refugee here and it is home for all
National building poverty elimination should be call
Universal brotherhood and world peace should be the motto
Nobody should be deprived of life and sent or to ghetto
Freedom is won on certain ideals and principles
It may be hard for others to accept and act as disciples
Nothing should be allowed to run or go as contrary
Nation should represent truly and find place as honourary
Freedom should not to be compromised at any cost
Ideology may differ but national interest as super most
World should count on us as true friend and champion
Should have respectable position in affairs of the region
Even if as a power there should be honour for sovereignty
Help to poorer amongst poor and respect for integrity
Freedom and liberty can be enjoyed with grant of rights
End to hostilities and strong resolve to end fights
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A freedom is won
To free from yoke is called freedom
It is arising out of great struggle and wisdom
It has no parallel in history and forgotten seldom
It is great occasion as freedom is won
It is considered holier than holy
It is celebrated with fun fare and enjoyed wholly
It is considered as unique occasion
It has been realized through wisdom and vision
No one may prefer long domination
It will result into hatred and alienation
It will give rise to rebellion and mutiny
The powerful kingdom may be reduced as small or tiny
It gives rise to national sentiments
There is always popular movement
It is backed by aspirations and hatred
They are all out to lead and to be led
Have you even seen the joy and happiness in animal?
When they are freed from captivity from arrival?
We are human being and have some powerful thinking
How can any right person may prefer to witness sinking?
Everybody is driven by simple logic
No one should be kept under yoke without any basic
It can not be the power game or show of strength
We are prepared to sacrifice and go to any length
God has made us free and sent as such for mission
We may be subjected to an act of omission and emission
But it an never be the sole aim of domination
No country may prefer to be called a slave nation
No one can keep it for long and rule with peace
It may be temporary lull or truce
The hidden lava may erupt to engulf all
It may then amount to disappearance and fall
No one has survived or tolerated the subjugation
Either its s bloodbath or peaceful anticipation
The outcome is definitely on expected lines
The sun is emerging with powerful shine
It may add to more or existing agony and pain
The phase may be called critical and uncertain
It might have played havoc with the system
It was so far not realized by them
It is possible that you may be treated even shabbily
You may face misrule and can't digest it happily
The freedom struggle had last long with enormous losses
Now there may be fight for becoming the head or bosses
We may have complete say in internal matter
We may be recognized as peace lover and trend setter
What are we going to offer to the free world?
Will it be an attempt to push them back to the arena of cold?
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We Still Remember
We cherished your life and ideals
But today they seemed unreal
Those were the days when you were hated
For freedom struggle where Indian were discriminated
It was bloodless war against mighty empire
And achieved for poor country to acquire
A nation to live with honor and pride
But alas! Fell short of expectation due to rule and divide
'Disband the political organization' was your slogan
You were for people and advocated the power to be given
Read elevation of villages to that of small model towns
Where everything was made as per need and owned
What a life Bapu (Gandhi) to remember and worship for noble cause
But it was not going to be so after deliberate pause
Politicians made it their safe heaven and you were shot
Real struggle started for power and was sought
Only Rajghat* is spared from encroachment
Not because of respect but can be noticed any movement
As prejudicial and shame for the entire nation
Such is the hollow show we are developing for the relation
Heritage place is occupied as show rooms
On the name of village industry to groom
A safe and refuge for traitors and scoundrels
Who wants to be appreciated to gain the laurels?
Strikes, hurdles, black marketing and hoarding
We all avail facilities and blossom for boarding
Lavish living and travel abroad for taking money out
Nothing is left to mention or specifically to talk about
For any failure we take your shelter
Use the name and launch the struggle for better
Not for people's cause or stability of the nation
But for entire political family to build the relation
We can't forget you Bapu* for such wonderful contribution
How could that have been made possible for national wealth distribution?
The poor are not disturbed at all and kept at bay
We have many weapons in our armory to stay
Today will be celebrated as Government programme
Children and employees may stay indoors or at home
Pledges will be reiterated and tune will be played
Next day it will be forgotten for people to remain dismayed
*Rajghat,,,, place to pay homage for father of the nation was buried
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
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Firing squad
Whose hands should have been hand cuffed and blind folded?
To face a death penalty and possible murder in cold
Can this practice be not put on permanent hold?
Can this be construed as cowardice act or bold?
Still this practiced is on in this civilized world
Reminiscences of cruel days yet not put in cold
Human lives at stake and honest living is marginalized
Fight for freedom and liberty is penalized
Our forefathers and champions always emphasized
Need to struggle for rights and honors energized
“Live and let others live” slogan should be patronized
Need to struggle for human rights should be intensified
Fruits of their struggle may not go in vain,
Struggle for rule and power will always remain,
With a view to have sway under their domain,
Rest all to suffer heavily under agony and pain,
What did they get for their struggle in return?
Old hard days of draconian rule and ugly turn
Misery, poverty and humanity on actual run
Autocratic rule and decisions at point of gun
Still end of peaceful struggle is not in sight
People still crushed, ruled under power or might
Those who continued with weapon and fight
Vanished and never saw a future in a day’s light
Normal citizens face brutal police assault
Wanton killing and wounds are rubbed with salt
You fill in their coffers with wealth?
You shall be fine with the state of health
You may witness fake encounters and executions
Innocents will be punished under the name of institutions
You will face firing squads with inhuman brutality
People all over the world with different nationality
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Republic Day of India
Let's celebrate Republic Day
With pomp and splendour
With brothers and sisters
But never forget
To remember
Remember the Freedom struggle
Remember the sacrifices of soldiers
The great freedom fighters
Remember the sacrifices of leaders
The great sons of the soil
Who died for the country
Fighting together
To attain freedom
Let's pay homage from heart's bottom
To the great dedicated sons
Who laid their lives into flame
Without name and fame
For the mother land
Joining hand in hand
With fellow citizens
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Not On Record
'Nothing will go on record' speaker ruled
People watch on screen lives but are not fooled
They know it is sheer wastage of their money
It is unruly scene and created in temple of democracy
It is parliament that shapes county's future
All laws are passed after making it sure
That they form no bias and for the people
As country has gained freedom after great struggle
People's representatives act foolish and trade the charges
Break the furniture, snatch the mike and crowd in large
What a way to witness an unruly scene on large scale!
As if citizens are like fishes and to be swallowed by whale
Speaker finds it hard to control the disciplined representatives
More of them are from families known and relatives
Country has gained information that they have large assets outside
People die in remote parts and suffer poverty at country side
It is observed from the emerging facts that country is ruled by dynasty
Where members openly reflect their loyalty sans honesty
Parliament is reduced to lower level and country is put to shame
We need to share the sentiments as we are also equally to be blamed
We exercise franchise in selection and hand over the country
We all know what they do after reaching there to corner the money
We can do nothing as judiciary take circuitry path
Terrorists openly defy the law of land and enjoy blood bath
We can helplessly watch soldier's plight
No proper weapons are provided to fight
Look at the plight of farmer's who toil hard in sun
They suicide in despair and their fate is on run
I would love to mourn and bury the democracy
Prefer sometimes one hand rule and autocracy
But all wolves are same in white cloth
They disguise as our savior but as both
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Traitors of today
Traitors of today occupy imminent position
Well orchestrated songs in praise for composition
Establishment of personal rule over millions of people
Can not look forward for anything good and are unable
What have they to do for their own country?
Rob, steal, cut backs and commission in form of money?
Add vows to already worsened poverty?
Can any one tell us when this will end misery?
I have all praise and kudos for their divine talent
We have tears in eyes but nothing more to lament
What else do they deserve to invite us for comment?
We prefer to be mere spectator and be silent
In ancient time people were hanged to death
For crimes, murders and ill gotten wealth
Today it is considered as an adorable art
Academicians, politicians present themselves as smart
Where is the national interest and security?
How can one claim to be powerful and mighty?
When house is full of defaulters and selfish?
Searching for troubled water to catch the fishes
Why are we facing such national scene?
Such a low lever acts were never witnessed or seen?
How come national wealth is deposited in foreign banks?
How come National security weakened and remains with unsecured flank?
I am no crocodile to shed the tears
I am immune and have no fears
I have power and money to manage the show
I can reign supreme and in full readiness to grow
O, countrymen wake up and prepare for national funeral
Decorate with honor and shields upon their arrival
They are our heroes to barter and take away the freedom
Such things may never appear to witness seldom
I feel pity upon those who foolishly laid down their lives
Curse on those parents who push their children and believe
“The motherland is precious than heaven” and come forward
Time has come now to think and look back ward
Where are those golden days when promises were kept?
Words were honored and nights were spent without being slept?
The national interest ruled supreme in the mind and at heart
Where from to pick thread now and with open mind to restart?
I do not blame the culture or present set up
We have degraded ourselves and deserve to be shut up
We can see the scoundrels flourish with position and wealth
Who bother’s about country men and its deteriorating health?
I wish to born in land again and again
Where Mafias, traitors, and squanders reign
The borders are left open to venture at will
Thousands of innocents to wait for terrorists to come and kill
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Sonnet: ‘Happy Birthday, Dear Mahatma Gandhiji!
A foreign-trained Indian and bar-at-law,
Spear-headed freedom struggle for his land;
His methods followed held the world in awe;
He won us freedom with his magic wand!
To fight the British Raj was not a joke!
Non-violence, Satyagraha had both worked;
The half-dressed Gandhi did not even smoke;
The white man's strategy was annulled, jerked!
The man became the Father of the soil,
And sacrificed his life to gain freedom;
The secrets were his faith in God and toil,
That wrought the miracle that's seen seldom!
Hats off to Gandhi who a legend turned;
The British rule, he successfully spurned!
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
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Tim Tebow Poem = God's Soldiers
It’s time to remember our soldiers for the Lord
Who are deployed throughout God’s Earth.
It’s time to recall their sacrifice and love
For what freedom and liberty are worth.
The wicked of heart hate America the free
And would commit any foul deed to cause her harm.
It’s up to God’s soldiers to defend and preserve
Our existence as a country free of tyranny and alarm.
Ever since America’s General George Washington
Took up his sword and road off to war.
God’s soldiers of freedom have laid down their life
For faith, country, liberty, love, family and more.
Except more deaths
Where have you all gone?
What wrong have we done?
Why can't we hear your sweet melody?
Has any harm been done by somebody?
Heavy clouds too are not seen?
As if darkness may prevail as scene
It may cast gloom over beautiful land
If you don not shower with full force as friend
I see long and vast tracks as barren
There are no traces of trees even
The land has developed big cracks
The future seems to be bleak and at stake
More ever there bloody in fighting
Precious lives are lost in inciting
What are we fighting for an example?
Is it fight over freedom or aimless struggle?
Africans are on killing spree
Peace lovers and haters are on run and flee
The country is turning slowly into graveyard
Only locals must rise and stand on the guard
Outside help may not help and improve
The time is running out and they have to prove
Scores of people die over for keeping control
World watches helplessly as no one responds to the call
Draughts too take heavy toll and openly curse
People starve and have no time even for remorse
There is shortage for grain and relief
Weapons are available in plenty to our misbelieve
Sea pirates rule the highway on seas
No aid can reach there safely as free
You can openly witness and feel the lawlessness
The peace is the only way and option for us to chase
Let our brethrens there be spared of agony
They are short of everything including money
Every year they are faced with natural wrath
What else can be faced except more deaths?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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