Rootless Freedom
Reflection of a past is lingering in mind
Illegal was religion and Gods were not so kind
So THEY demolished faith, put Churches upside down
and built a monster palace for a self-elected clown
As I kneel softly, slowly, on rootless Nature's beauty
To quench my thirst for Freedom hindsight's my heart's duty
To pray for souls of parents as they rest on roots of love
I clean my face with water, drink Freedom like a dove...
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Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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