Caged
His dream was disturbed on this trembling ground
because he was chained and left alone to stare around
He screamed for help, freedom, but every word floated in vain
He tasted the pain of the never ending rain
He wanted to discover the beauty of the earth
He never thought of being chained after his birth
He cherished his moment when he was a little pup
But now, he could feel himself being caged up
He tried and tried to cross the front door
But he is chained, so it pains him more and more
He looked above and stared the sky
He wanted freedom, he yelled and cry
He wanted to smell the fragrance of rose
and beauty of sunlight
But he found no one to fight for his Living right
Each night he was left chained in the cold.
This way, all of his life was sold.
He still begged for freedom in his deep voice
But, he knew that being chained is his only choice
He had loads of secret feelings inside
but everything seemed buried just like his freedom pride
he deserves to have his cries heard.
shouldn't someone lend his hand and word?
He also has a beating heart and a faithful soul
But he was being slaved in his masters control
One day he fell ill with no intentions to stay
And his masters lied the world saying he ran away
but the truth was he was buried half alive
That's how he ended his painful life~
No one was there to share his grief
His life ended just like an autumn leaf
His life ended just like an autumn leaf
' His emotions was being played for a huge span of time
his pain and his suffering was being considered fine
Don't you think it is the worst of crime? ? '
the animals those moo, oink or woof,
Should never be caged beneath a roof.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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Chained
R.sambora
Hey, whats this feeling
Ive never been down this far before
I was scared of believing
That love would never find my door
I was chained
Chained
Chained to my broken dreams
I never knew I was supposed to be
Waiting for someone to come and rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me.
Hey am I dreaming?
I never woke up from night before
Unaware I was bleeding
Slowly dying like the sun
Going down once more.
I was chained
Chained
Chained to my broken dreams
I never knew just where my life would lead
Hoping that someone would come and rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me.
Alone in the darkness
til saw the light
Shining from your eyes
Now it burns inside and it keeps me alive
Lord Ive been chained
Ive been chained, yeah.
Was chained
Chained
Chained to these broken dreams
I never knew who supposed to be
Hoping that someone would come and rescue me
Ive been chained
Chained
Ive been chained to these broken dreams
I never knew just where my life would lead
Waiting for you to come and rescue me
Hoping that someone would come and
Rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me
Ooh yeah
Rescue me
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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None Of Us Are Free
(barry mann, cynthia weil, brenda russell)
You better listen my brother
cause if you do you can hear
There are voices still callin from across the years
And theyre cryin across the ocean
And theyre cryin across the land
And they will until we all come to understand
(chorus)
That none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
Well there are people in the darkness
And they just cant see the light
And if we dont say its wrong then that says its right
We got to feel for each other
Let our brothers know were here
Got to get the message and send it out loud and clear
That none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
Well its the single truth
We all need to see
That none of are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
Well I swear to you salvation isnt very hard to find
None of us can find it on our own
We got to join together. spirit, heart and mind
All the are suffering, knows theyre not alone
None of us are free
None of us are free
If you just look around you
Youre see what I say
cause the worlds gettin smaller each passin day
Now its time to make some changes
Now its time all realized
That the truth is shinin right before our eyes
cause none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
Well its the very heart of humanity
cause none of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us are free
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us
None of us, none of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
cause its the very truth
We all need to see
That none of us are free if one of us is chained
None of us are free
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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St. Peter and the Angel
Delivered out of raw continual pain,
smell of darkness, groans of those others
to whom he was chained--
unchained, and led
past the sleepers,
door after door silently opening--
out!
And along a long street's
majestic emptiness under the moon:
one hand on the angel's shoulder, one
feeling the air before him,
eyes open but fixed...
And not till he saw the angel had left him,
alone and free to resume
the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of
what he had still to do,
not till then did he recognize
this was no dream. More frightening
than arrest, than being chained to his warders:
he could hear his own footsteps suddenly.
Had the angel's feet
made any sound? He could not recall.
No one had missed him, no one was in pursuit.
He himself must be
the key, now, to the next door,
the next terrors of freedom and joy.
poem by Denise Levertov
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We Was An Accident
(3/3/12)
We was an accident - like two cars in a crash
Our lives were tossed, turned upside down, trashed
We were the remains of life s destructive path.
We no longer had value or worth
And it seemed like it was that way since birth
We was like old pieces of furniture
Used, abused, and broken in two
What more could we do.
All the people saw was the outer frame
But could not see what the inside contained
They could not see the strength and beauty
That lied within- and the outer beauty
That once had been.
Their eyes only saw what their minds perceived
It to be -and did not see the reality.
They could not see the hurt or pain
That we held so deep inside
To the point that we would cry.
Like the oceans that hide their mysteries
There is so much that you do not see.
We have treasures buried in our soul
That once it's shown - you want to hold.
We are the inner you that has longed to be free
But was chained up deep inside
Cowering in dark corners where you would hide.
Now you are free to explore the inner soul
And find that your life you can control.
Break the chains that have bound you for so long
And let your heart sing and rejoice in your new found self
For in this world there's no one else
poem by Louis Rams
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Life is, and what is life?
I walk this path of darkest light
No freedom or room for flight
No exception, my world going gray
Life is, and what is life.
Autumns breath turn bitter cold to silent rest
Dust these souls, my chained impurity
The clouds roam free, gates that are left to clog
And heavens maiden, alone to rose herself away
I see a spider in your eyes
Silent, deadly-all so hopelessly pointless
In the grandest of grand-the scheme’s of things are weighted
I still roll the bloodied dice
But am unwilling to accept fate-which fate, has chained me.
We all walk amongst slaughtered lambs
God’s metaphor for purity and scrutiny
We-the hamsters of his will
Are still unopened for the dream
Do you want to know something scary my friends
Just think-what you see, hear, touch and taste.
The feeling you have for her or him
The pain and misery, the loathing, the greed
Could all be painstakingly false
We could be only a Childs, narrated, and triple X rated dream
So-Life is, and what is life.
poem by Troy Clark
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Poem about Poetry - Adam's first poem after the fall
i did not know sin meant chains
so full of them all over my physique
and i did not know the deceptive apple
could lead to this woeful state
only god now is boundless freedom
the paradise boundless freedom
rhe sky boundless freedom
the sea boundless freedom
and to enjoy all these now in chain,
boundless the hurt is the heart
injurious chain on every inch of my physique
that jolts me for their wants
every minute of the day
and to know that i will pass this chain
down to every of my offsprings
binding them down to earth
till they become just dust and bones
chained, chained, chained,
this hateful long chain the devil spawned
that laid end to end
could snake its way round the world
this hateful chain that circles the body
imprisons it, hurtful as red hot iron
how stealthily it works day by day
tightening its grip
till i am wrinkled, bent, and bedridden
till only the last breath would release me
of its curse
this chain that torture me for wordly needs
oh god, how hateful you are
to bind me in these red hot chains! ! !
note:
chain refers to the blood vessels round our body
they indeed resemble a chain
as never did adam experience hunger
until this chain exacted its wants
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Freedom Fighter
You cant control me tell me what to do
Chained in mediocrity so I can be like you
I am not a statue not part of a machine
Im sick and tired of the whole routine
Calculate your future, computerise your past
Instant replay if its gone too fast
Take away my freedom, take away my home
Im only human but it might now show
Im not made of stone
Im a freedom fighter I got something to say
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way
Hide behind your politics, hide behind your rules
Tell me Im a man but you treat me like a fool
Its the same old story with a different name
You give us all a number and nothing changes
Out in the winter of a world upon its knees
Everyone is watching but no one sees
You cant take my freedom you know it is my right
If you try and stop me Im gonna fight
With all of my might
Im a freedom fighter and Im taking command
Im a freedom fighter and Im making a stand
Fighting for breath as the world gathers speed
Times running out for the things that I need
Im a freedom fighter I gotta take a stand
Im a freedom fighter, yeah thats what I am
Im a freedom fighter I cant take it no more
Im a freedom fighter no no more
Im a freedom fighter but Im not afraid
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way.
song performed by by Rainbow
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Freedom is yours
Take a look at your life
Round it up from right to left
left to right
left I might
Never look back
Pull up your pride
attack at its head
bring up the fight
Fight for the freedom
Freedom is yours
If you choose to take it
Freedom is yours
Never doubt you'll make it
Freedom is yours
Freedom is yours
Suburban ghetto prisons
It's all the same
Living up to community visions
Like we're all the same
Change your name
Release the pain
Strike fear in your opponents and make them curse the day you came
The time is now to step forward and keep your balance
The moment to improve your talents
Freedom is yours
You have to remember freedom is yours
Dip in the pool you choose
You're not the first one to break loose
Remove the chains
Forget all you know about the don'ts and do's
Be insane
Remove the chains
Freedom is yours
Freedom is yours
You have to remember freedom is yours
Political: Freedom Before Responsibility
I cry for Africa,
Afrique du Sud where
we won freedom before
accepting
accountability.
We abuse liberty,
infringe rights, make
the line between “yours”
and “mine” opaque and
ignore the notion of
reciprocal duty; we don’t
know what it means to do
unto others as we would have
them do unto us, except where
we give in token what we
expect to receive in kind
Europe plundered Africa under
God, left Christianity chained
in an era’s exploitation blessed
by autocracy; when tamed by
Renaissance Europe left Africa
behind - the next step was freedom;
but we never learnt how to respect
freedom’s household duties;
We tasted liberty’s heady glory
taking charge of ourselves with
no ethical wares except a God of
Vengeance, never learnt what mutual
obligation meant – never learnt why
it would become us; today we know:
We have a right to our own life
And why should we respect ALL life?
Our forebears never did. We have right
to freedom of thought, conscience and
religion – never were taught to respect
all differences as sacred and worthy;
just as our masters exploited, maimed
and killed us, so do we. The rainbow
nation is killing one another, rule is
survival, ANC won its struggle through
violence – now it seems violence rules
by right again in my beloved Africa…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Chained To A Memory
(rodgers / ahlert)
Why am I chained to a memory?
Why does the thought of you still torture me?
When will I find someone to set me free?
So I wont be chained to a memory, mmm
Why am I chained to the hurt I knew?
Each day the thought of something so cruel to do
Where in this world will I escape from you?
So I wont be chained to a memory
Your letters threw them on the fire
Your pictures out the window
All that I could find that reminded me of you
I threw them all away
I get up in the morning
Im pacing the floor
Like Im expecting you to walk in the door
I keep forgetting I wont see you anymore
Guess Im doomed to be chained to a memory
Oh, yes I am
I get up in the morning
Im pacing the floor
Like Im expecting you to walk in the door
I keep forgetting I wont see you anymore
Guess Im doomed to be chained to a memory
Yes I am
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Extension 33
Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.
Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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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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Freedom And I
many a time i wonder
what's freedom is all about
the world and i
are so much obsessed
that when freedom does dawn
it's hardly ever discerned
pity, chained to the idea, the idea
in itself is taken for freedom
what's freedom worth when
in its name we collectively
and individually cling to that
misrepresented ideology?
when we spend last dropp of energy
in defending a clinging ideology?
can we ever free our clinging selves
from the chain
of grief
of bonds
within and without
and the resultant nightmares
that make us restive
in sleep as well wakefulness?
can we ever succeed in drawing
atleast one breath in that
one moment of fleeting freedom
and cherish it?
20dec2009
19.22hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When I was born
When I was born
I could recognize my mother
She introduced me to my father
To my brothers and sisters
They introduced me
To uncle and aunts
I was told
What to do and what not to do
My knowledge of right or wrong
Came from them
Then came the school
Teachers told me,
Two plus two is four
And so on
What they gave was education
They told me
Nobody asked what I wanted to do
What I liked and what I disliked
When I grew up
I found myself
Chained in should and should not
Right and wrong
As told by whomsoever I met
I could never do what I wanted to
I hated and respected people
Because I was told to
I feel chained by do’s and don’t’s
I want to be a free man
Break the shackles created by others
Think and do what I want to
Not to be guided by others
Make my own rules for my life
25-04-2011
755-175-04-11
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Our Chains
we are chained
we know that
we feel it everyday
we like to find solutions
our vision
our objective
is freedom
but everyday we are chained
we know these chains
we carry them
and they make the sounds of steel
and iron
we wear it in our necks
and on our feet
we feel the dangling of the weights
we have broadened our shoulders
and sharpened our wits
to know well these chains
to carry them all
still with dignity and pride.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom!
Freedom, an arm,
To arm the unarmed.
A desire, never been truth,
Always remained in books.
Freedom, a word,
To word the wordless,
An inspiration, never cared,
Always remained in feeling.
Freedom, a dream,
To dream the dreamers.
A taste, never felt,
Always played hide and seek.
Freedom, a fight,
To fight the fighters.
A cry, never exist,
Always lied in sighs.
There is no freedom.
There is no free land,
There is no free man.
There is only a cry,
There is only a reflection,
Only a word out of eternity.
Freedom....
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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Lift Your Voice To The Wind.... (For Frank)
i kneel...
on time worn knees,
facing the distant hue
of the Statue Of Liberty.
and touch the hallowed ground,
that Jefferson and Adams dreamed,
would give birth to a freedom....
never before seen.
and now even the shadows shiver
with the indignity of the lie.
the ghosts of the freedom fighters,
howl in mourning.
the truth suppressed
by the hands of greed,
the eyes plucked from their sockets,
tongues stapled to the pavement.
they're burning books in America,
they've chained freedom of speech.
beneath the stink of ignorance,
and a false morality.
they murder, and call it war.
they make their living from poverty.
they treat their women like cattle,
send their children to prison.
they would still every voice,
and put fetters on wings.
they would silence beauty,
and nail the casket shut...
yet somewhere i know,
you still carry the light.
burn the bridges behind you,
and reach for the stars.
lift your voice to the wind...
for it carries your name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Freedom
we used to be slaved (true)
we used to to work in the heat (true)
we were treated unfairly by our master (true)
A freedom
it's a freedom of liberty
a freedom to stay strong and fight
A freedom
no more pain
no more suffering
no more heat
no more scars on our body
A freedom
It's a freedom for a lifetime
A freedom
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Freedom
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he
Whose father's father through long lives have reigned
O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained.
Though from his youth to age he roam as free
As winds, he dreams not freedom's ecstacy.
But he whose birth was in a nation chained
For centuries; where every breath was drained
From breasts of slaves which knew not there could be
Such thing as freedom,--he beholds the light
Burst, dazzling; though the glory blind his sight
He knows the joy. Fools laugh because he reels
And weilds confusedly his infant will;
The wise man watching with a heart that feels
Says: "Cure for freedom's harms is freedom still."
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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I Dont Paint Myself Into Corners
(rebecca lynn howard/trey bruce)
It took a while for me to see things as they were
In the light of truth
It wasnt you,it was me
I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt
Against the wall
Whod of thought,it was me
From there I couldnt even look over my shoulder
I kicked down all the walls and started all over
And I dont paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I dont paint myself into corners anymore
When you left you left me with no other choice at all
But to sink
To my knees,and cry
I never knew just how far a soul could fall
Like a rock
I couldnt stop,didnt try
I locked myself behind shades of misery
But when I let you go,i set myself free
And I dont paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I dont paint myself into corners anymore
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I dont paint myself into corners anymore
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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