Thursday, August 5, 2010

Freedom





FREEDOM.



I fear death but death does not fear me


I shed blood and blood was shed of me


I fear God and bow my head in shame, for


I feel no sympathy, in his silent gaze


The heavy burden in my heart


Fights for peace and freedom,


In this, my heart’s devout


I can’t free my soul knowing it’s on fire, so


I hold it hostage saying God’s quagmire



If all men stood up in their domain


And shot a bullet into each others’ flame


Till no one’s left to speak of these horrendous acts


God and Justice will be left to blame.



For man is hell and hell is found in man


Man finds no peace in his demands


There is no freedom when there are needs


To eat, find shelter and pay bills.


To stand guard over one and all


Means sleepless nights to fight the rogue


There is no peace in spoken words


And there’ll be no words in God’s house of repose.


And since we fear to set our spirit free


In hell we’ll live



Where there is no such thing, as Liberty.


We'll still dream of a Higher Kingdoms’ open doors


To accept us as we are, in human form.


To forgive us all our stupid ways


And our means to get there, in soldier arrays.


A Lady's Life

5 comments:

Mama Zen said...

Well done!

A Lady's Life said...

Mama Zen - I am in a poetic mood lol
Oh well have to draw paintings to the words. Have plenty on my plate lol

Jingle said...

beautiful post.

Jingle said...

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/06/family-fridays-posts-in-blogs-form-a-show-celebrating-dorazs-2-years-blogging-fun/

two awards.

A Lady's Life said...

thanks jingle