Only Small Ray
Only a small ray can pass
No one can make trespass
It is living hell and severe punishment
For patriots it is called banishment
How much sacrifice one has to make?
Whose interest is in jeopardy or at stake?
How much humiliation you undergo as slave?
Is there any great abuse and intruder can give?
I took to arms for holy cause
There was complete lull and pause
As if freedom spirit was dying or seen no where
No one could think of taking up arms and dare
Scores of comrades lost their lives in ensuing struggle
There was no law and order as if prevailed in jungle
It was more of insult and complete hell
Nothing was acceptable except the isolation in cell
I don’t remember how many were pushed behind bars?
It was even feared many more might have been pushed very far
Yet we had kept high spirit with burning of freedom lamp
We wanted it to achieve through peaceful means and stamp
I would hear cuckoos and sparrows sweet voice
Though it was reaching to me with faint noise
I had high hope of bright day with promises
When birds could freely sing we could not afford to miss
It was clear in mind that we would be lost in history pages
History would be with full of errors and cleverly managed too
But that was misconception at this time and I was forced to rethink
It was very much advisable to risk life and prefer to sink
The freedom and independence is not won without sacrifices
It has lost its charm during process with disappearance of old faces
New generation may takes us to new zenith with no tall promises
But keep high tradition and values with no more visible lapses
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Struggle For Independence
A Mother lost her child and a brother lost his sister
And a Nation loses its statistics on number of people
Eloping with fears of darkness and for life
Following the life where it takes with the hope of light
Arrived in a new island
New faces and new experiences
Curiosity and positivity pushed us harder
Haven't really got lost which was amazing part
Managing to struggle with difficulties
Smiles on every individual with the determination
Self identity being maintained from generation to generation
Keeping the fist up for unity and freedom
Morally stood for each other and for the nation
Smell and taste of freedom
True story of independence watched by the world
Sooner will get to put the feet and face the wind of the wonderful motherland
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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Freewill of Freedom
Some believe freedom
Is far or high
So we climb mountains
And reach for sky
As freedom is sought
Through liberty of will
Falsly measured
Next to how we feel
Freedom is lost
When fought to achieve
Standing beyond limits
Most fail to believe
Freedom is not to be taken freely
So how are those asleep
Claiming to be awake
Freedom is grace of freedom alone
Alone for freedoms sake
poem by Jahrae Lii
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Humanity Always Rises From Slavery
freedom is a choice
some have no choice
some embrace freedom
embrace freedom aspired
to with life risk abandonment
life given on cusp freedom
threshold mind enlightenment
we embrace our true birthright
born separating mind into heart
mind soul demands free spirit
history records tyrant oppression
history records slave rebellion
history teaches freedom liberation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bring You Down
(Jean-Paul Maunick)
No one can enslave anybody
Who's got freedom, freedom of mind
But what they sure as hell can do
Is to put you in the grave
'Cos they know you've got freedom of mind
We need to be awaken to the new reality
Keep the fires burning in our souls
There are stages in our lives
That we need to leave behind
To keep the freedom of mind
Gonna bring you down
People bring you down
Gonna bring you down
Down, down, down
Gonna bring you down
If you don't stand your ground
Gonna bring you down
Down, down, down
Damn it's a shame to work your fingers to the bone
To barely, barely make a living
And you wake up early mornings
Don't come home 'till late
It's a struggle
In a jungle, jungle, jungle
We all need to be awaken to the new reality
Keep the fires burning in our souls
There are stages in our lives
We need to leave behind
To keep the freedom of the mind
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Tribute Of The Freedom
I lie you for our freedom-
Giving salute to our ancestors
Not to make an ocean of blood
To escape from the cage of the slave-
To sing a song of my motherland-
Who says to you?
The day will not have a dawn
I lie you again for our freedom-
Every youth will sing altogether today
An anthem of the freedom
Put out the coffins of the youths.
Give me back our history
I lie you once more for our freedom.
The voice is rising up to the sky
Death or alive
We the one have give up the souls
It’s the tribute of the freedom.
poem by Kenebo Rajkumar
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Patriotic once in a year
I claim to be patriotic once in a year
So many people may disbelieve and refuse to hear
It will ring them a danger signal in the ears
Still I say it emphatically to all my near and dear
I am no stranger to golden history of independence
For sow many years we remained under dominance
I am being poisoned repeatedly by the current trend
I have no more scope to improve or make amend
I feel shy of calling my forefathers idiots or stupid
Had it been known to them, they would have not made any bid?
Or laid down arms and lives for gaining freedom?
I have gone through complete history but came across seldom
Had I known for ever that it will be made only Government function?
I would have opted for making presence in any desolate junction
There at least I could have breathed freedom with free air
Can any one claim today that participation in such function is fair?
I salute to all those who consider mother land as more precious than heaven
I could have still considered less fortunate to take part even
My soul feels pinch of salt to hear the ill treatment of dependents of martyrs
It all drains my energy out and compels me to tire
I am for sure they will be remembered only for today
If they do not then they will be hackled for all the days
They have found all the escape routes to malign war veterans
Why do they want to share all plight and agony with concern?
I know it has been won after great sacrifice and struggle
I too know it well that it was barbaric and rule of jungle
Still they have spared some bright history behind
We nothing as such in store today to find
Even as on today we remember less all past glorious kings
Even from history we pick up the name of traitors and remember
How many such traitors we find in our free land as of date?
The history of independence is of recent times and not very late
We have mastered the art of laundering national wealth
We can play havoc with nourishment food and health
We can temper with judiciary and even holy constitution
With What respect I raise my head and claim part of institution?
I can compromise national interest for paltry some
If not war booty then cut back money can be received very handsome
If I fail to catch the nerves of my country men with their plight
How can I claim to be patriotic or even feel part or sensibly right?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Independance Day!
I am the 15th august
I am remembered for one day every year
I make you proud every year
I am your life's most memorable august.
I make you feel free,
I give a unique feeling,
You've now got an independent country,
I've given you the most cherished feeling.
I have been your most sought day,
You gave innumerable sacrifices,
Ultimately I came out be your dream day.
I've given your life the best of the rarest prizes.
I am the Independence Day,
I've given you a hope for the future.
You've now got an open cage to live in.
I am your freedom day.
You make unlimited promises on this day,
You take vows to make your nation pride,
You make promises of taking the nation forward,
You plan of making the nation bright.
All your promises remain as promises.
All your plans get buried the next day.
All your aspirations flow along with your celebrations
You barely remember what actually your promises were
You feel patriotic for just one day
You flow into the celebrations the whole day
You proudly wave the national flag around
You keep the flag close to your chest
Eight hours of sleep is enough
To make us forget this memorable day
Weren't the sacrifices more than enough
To make us realize the value of this day
They fought for their lovely country
They died to save their dying Nation
They struggled for the elusive Independence
They had really hoped for a much better Nation
I proudly say I am the Independence Day
I fill your heart with 365 days of vigor
I give you the confidence of building a better Nation
I give you the feeling of making the Nation Bigger
I still see hungry people around
I still see child slaves around
I see people dividing themselves.
I get pained by the different classes around
This is not the Nation they fought for,
This is not the day they fought for.
Let's make a real unanimous vow
Let's promise that we are going to look after the Nation now
I plead you not to treat me as any other day
Let's make everyday as an Independence Day
Let's remove the hatred and spread Love around
I ask you to give some value for this Day
I am 15th August, I am the Independence Day
poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Hell Or High Water
Here I am, all alone, been two days since youve been gone
Three a.m., wide awake, yeah Im lonely, and I cant take it
You win a few, you lose a few, but I cant help missing you
Cant sleep at night, aint feelin right, but Im gonna get to you
Chorus:
Come hell or high water - Im gonna love you
Come hell or high water - gonna hold you
Come hell or high water - wrap my arms around you
Come hell or high water
Now youre gone, hurt so bad, feelings I have never had
Been so long since youve been mine, now Im wound in the lost and found
And there you stand, now I know, Im never gonna let you go
Aint foolin around, no, no, gonna make every minute count
Chorus - yeah Im gonna get to you
Gonna love you, hold you, wrap my arms around you
Baby dont doubt it, aint no doubt about it
Im gonna love you - come hell or high water
Gonna hold you - come hell or high water
Wrap my arms around you - come hell or high water - yeah
Come hell or high water - come hell or high water
Come hell or high water - come hell or high water
Come hell or high water - come hell or high water
Come hell or high water - come hell or high water
Yeah!
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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?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost Freedom
For those who don’t already know
This poem is not going to glow and flow
It lost its freedom years ago
Guess who dictates how the current theme goes
Arise, Arise!
Freedom is nice
Yet freedom itself comes with a price
Hence the never-ending sacrifice
After years of people giving up lives
Assisting us with out struggle to survive
To end slavery, to gain independence & to acquire autonomy
We have become the latest kind of slave, a slave of technology
Our phone conversations are listened to
Yet there is no one you can sue
Technology is watching us from cameras & satellites
Taking away our precious privacy rights
Freedom of speech, to those I outreach
Does not exist, I teach
Say the wrong things and you will be impeached
So whilst we have taken
One step forward,
We have also taken
Two steps backwards
We the slaves of new technology
Why do we embrace this new ideology?
Everything about you
Can be accessed from a central database
Is this just the beginning of a new phase?
So Arise, Arise!
Freedom is nice
But the price of freedom itself
equals the withdrawal of freedom for some
Hence the never-ending sacrifice
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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Away from the scene
It is not fleeing away from the scene
Fear for life as such is never seen
Man may run miles together to escape dragnet
Else he has to loose the life and will not be allowed to let
In democracy, day time murders take place
There is clear and visible mad race
No one can get justice in stipulated time
Freedom is curtailed and liberty crushed sometimes
Where do you go and raise your voice?
Who cares for your cry in wilderness for promises?
Why not keep some loop holes and misses?
Later you have nothing left as traces
This is mockery of system and played for self interest
Draconian rule persist and even termed as best
We know how it strangulates ordinary person
Pushed in gallows for unknown reasons
Properties may be looted and houses burn
Can be termed as hooligan’s act and may take ugly turn
Where life can be played into mad hands
As politicians can murder and at the same time play as friends
Some of the people are truly dedicated and they have reasons
We should see larger cause and evaluate them as right persons
It will be futile to loose a life inn struggle for nothing
Even many patriots have fled the scene and taken refuge for something
Innocents are murdered and women, children are molested
Many good words are said and matter finally rested
We have lost moral rights to protest as true champion
As we now take the refuge under the name of religion
We can’t call our system as civilized forum
Where we can’t maintain good decorum
Forces must be resorted to bare minimum
In extreme cases justification can be given for maximum
Freedom and liberty can’t be taken as privilege
It must come naturally to us as a heritage
We have given enough of blood for peaceful living
Its principles are meant for adoption and believing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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60th Republic Day Celebrations in India (Jan 26th 2010)
Unfurl the tricolor flag, Indians!
And hoist it high upon the mast;
And let it move in freedom’s wind;
And make the country, Indians, proud!
Salute the national flag, Indians!
And sing the song of freedom’s love!
Remember how freedom was won
By Fighters’ Struggle, sacrifice!
Pray for the lives lost in the fight,
And emulate their examples;
Learn to be patriotic more,
And do your duty with fervor.
Take oath to serve our motherland;
Bharat is home of Indians;
We love its varied heritage;
All Indians are our fellowmen!
Let’s foster love, peace, harmony;
Let’s make the country better still;
Let’s unite against terrorism;
Let’s make India, a nation strong!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2010
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Indomitable Spirit
INDOMITABLE SPIRIT
Melvin Banggollay
N-inoy is jailed yet never conquered
His body has been put in a dungeon
Sealed with much pains so unheard
But still His spirit soared out of oblivion.
I got no army with powers truly feared
Nor with flickering gold of the nation
I got only an indomitable spirit unaltered
With hope and faith to die for freedom
N-inoy died fighting for our freedom
Not with goons and power of guns
But with his indomitable faith as a man
Willing to die to restore our freedom.
O-ut of his enjoyable life in Boston’s land
He journeyed back for our freedom
Even the hiss of death is really at hand
he fighted his fear to die for our freedom.
Y-ou and I and the whole eyes of nations
Witnessed the lamb of our dear freedom
Calmly faced his death without hesitation
With a bullet from fool soldiers’ arms.
They killed this young honorable man
But they can never kill the spirit of freedom
Within this man that always lives beyond
Inspiring us to fight and die for freedom.
He was the lamb of the Filipino’s freedom
Who offered his life to wake up everyone
That no one man can decide the fate of a land
For a nation’s fate lives in everybody’s hand.
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War + Lives - add Love = Freedom
A nation born from war, for the “purpose” of establishing freedom
A nation divided in war, in an “attempt” to fulfill the goal of freedom
A nation engaged in world wars, in the task of “preserving” freedom
A nation policing the world, in the “pursuit” of freedom
So many young lives have been lost, for the “cause” of freedom
Let us remember those who paid the “ultimate price, ” for freedom
And dear God, please tell us! - “What! ” - is freedom?
“Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing
To play in face of certain defeat.” Ralph Ellison
'We need not war'
We need not war, to show us how freedom is made
What we need is love to show us how freedom is played.
For freedom is not - but to “do as we please”
But rather to “please others” - because of what we achieve
“To serve requires love, only with love to we attain freedom”
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We Salute You Gallant Sons And Daughters Of The Soil
Gallant sons and daughters of the soil, hail heros, we salute you
for the tremendous and outrageous job you did in restoration of the lost glory and hope, FREEDOM...
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for putting
your lives at risk and the sacrifise
you made in restoring our legacy,
from our fore fathers.
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soils, today we
are enjoying the fruits of your sacrifise and dedication of your
lives just to restore the legacy
heritage and freedom which we
enjoy today....
Freedom was born out of bloodshed of the gallant sons and daughters of the soil, freedom was
born out of the armed struggle, we
salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil..
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil, thank you
for restoring the glory, heritage
and legacy which had been robbed from us! !
Hail gallant sons and daughters
of the soil, they exchanged freedom with the blood which
the spilt in the process of restoring the lost prestige and glory, heritage..
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for breaking
down the iron york from our necks granting us solace, you did
all this out of love and loyalty.
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for the enduarance, dedication you made
in bringing freedom and the lost
heritage, through the wire and many challenges you met, but you
risked your lives to bring freedom..
Today we enjoy the fruits of the
armed struggle which brought freedom, revolution completed
its course we are enjoying the fruits of the armed struggle
we salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil may your
soul rest in peace
dedication to the gallant sons and
daughters of the soil of zimbabwe who lost their lives in the process of fighting for freedom..
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In Memory of Those who Fought and Died-Part I
The day the tears dried on your loved ones' faces...
The day those men in uniform carried your casket
to your last resting place...
The day the solemn sound of the bugle
was heard once and for all - in your name...
by your friends, comrades-in-arms, relatives
and mourners you did not even know...
The day that you did not hear the 21-gun salute
were fired not towards the enemy but
in your honor in deafening silence...
The day when they folded the flag neatly on
your funeral service then handed this
'gift of life' to your grieving mom and dad,
your spouse, your son, your daughter,
your brother or sister...
Was the day - the beginning...
you were forever remembered!
You are not forgotten and never will,
my buddy...my comrade.
As long as the stars and stripes,
fly proudly in every 50 states
...you will be remembered because
you are part of that flag.
Yes, you are even part of those
who abuse and misuse this so-called
precious freedom that you have died for.
They, too, are indebted to you.
The freedom we have now -
we may not cherished were it not
for your bravery, patriotism and the lives
you sacrificed to fight it with.
Freedom to argue; freedom to protest
and demonstrate; freedom to vote and
not to vote, freedom to elect our leaders
and damn them too; freedom to burn the flag -
Let them be!
That is what real freedom is all about.
America will always be a great nation,
today, tomorrow and forever...
because of you!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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The Hanging Tree
Passing through the arms of satan
Reaching for the hands of god
Robbing every mind for wisdom
Running so he wont get caught
Hes outlawed by majority
Been branded all his life
Some say that hes a sinner man
As he rides from day to night
Hes a bad man, so they say
Living for his love and living free
Riding swift and secretly
So hell miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirit on the wind
Riding to his dream and destiny
Hes laughing at the wanted posters
Calling for his friends to see
Laughing aloud as he rides away
Kicking up the dust with speed
Time hands him down a pathway
And freedom is a horse he rides
Glory is a dream hes after
And fortune is his hearts delight
Riding swift and secretly
So hell miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirit on the wind
Riding to his dream and destiny
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