Best Historyfreedom Poems
This nation, this grand experiment in freedom, is lost.
We are in debt to nations that have never had freedom
And we are to blame. That great silent majority that did not vote.
and all those representatives that allowed us to fail.
A friend called it corporate greed I question the corporate
Up until now all I have done is observe.
It seems to have been a lifetime occupation
What could I have done to prevent this?
Can it be fixed?
Can we just cease paying the salaries and benefits
Of the representatives who have sold us out?
Is their blind ignorance and lack of character beyond recovery?
What kind of freedom is this that allows thievery?
In the name of taxation
Let's hide the enormity of it in payroll deductions
Social Security is a joke our representatives do not get
They have benefits that are way beyond that pittance
Why have we sunk into apathy so far we allowed it?
Why do we still allow it?
This trough they have built to wallow in should be
plated in gold and held up as an example for future
civilizations to fear.
I truly believe we have sunk beyond our capacity to recover.
As to survival? I and my family are capable of finding food and shelter
in New England.
Are You?
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Come my children, and let me take you away,
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South
To your human rights of freedom in the North.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished,
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
We are not beasts of their burdens! But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could
Not have one you can certainly have the other.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
The ride is long, cold and exhausting. We travel
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
You will find rest and hide during the day.
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made. Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.
Come my ***** brethren, come.
Frustfriaraded inside,
Seeing young students die,
For freedom,
Without freedom we feel like slaves,
Tossed here and there,
Forced to do what the goverment wants,
Why God we have to be in this pain?
For 30 years?
My heart is beating,
Faster and faster,
Asking the nations for help,
Screaming to the world we want,
Peace, freedom, and hope to live,
In our country Iran,
We want a change!
Do our votes count?
They ask us to vote,
Yet it feels like they play games,
Without any rules and regulations,
Why do they play games with our minds?
Why do they kill innocent people?
Yet deny everything?
We just wanted freedom of speech,
And to be free,
NOT slaves to be order around,
This country is perplexing and for our people is vexing.
Form:
I bathe in the sweat of my labor,
Tilling the land of my master,
In pain,the whip strips my honor,
For in afflictions my dreams do shatter,
My eyes are sore from slavery's bound,
But freedom my fragile heart sounds,
Breaking grounds,my strong limbs pound,
As in my fears, I no more drown,
With the spirit of the butterfly I would rise,
Walking the streets of dignity my labors do I price,
With will power,the path of freedom do I stride,
Fighting my adversary as my vision gets in sight,
Strength weakens as my days grow old,
Relishing my short time of gold,
To my descendants, the stories are told,
Enabling them, their potentials do unfold
Congo man from Jamaica, deviant slave
Rudeboy, fall out of an Atlantic disaster
Imminent giver fruting the amber wave
Sometimes I see you at the Boston harbor
Pining at the shipless sea, it's an African agony.
Ultimately history tells your whipless role
Sweet like jazz and trumpet's symphony.
America heard the first shot echoed, the bold
Thundering around the world. It was a nervous act.
Truly defensive, based on a brutal fact
Unjust conditions would not bring you back
Calmly to plantations you bought your freedom from
Kings should kill for greater than a sip of rum
So fire your shot, follow old Bookman brave in the track.
Bookman too, with Accompong Maroon blood
Over the British slavemasters wield his wrath
Odious to them was shipped across the flood
Kingly to Guyana to carve black freedom's path.
Mentor of Touissant when shipped again
Away from his revolution to cut Haiti's cane
Native, Afro-Jamaican, he changed world history.
Cudjoe missed you bookman when you were gone
Unto him my grandfather great swam back again
Diving overboard, hands carving in water of dawn
Jubilee on a machete through the Cockpit terrain
O Cudjoe, the bushes still whisper sweetly your name
Eternal freedom giver from whom Crispus came