Best Politicalfreedom Poems
Cry my beloved country...
See mothers sorrowed with
loneliness
Weeping the son slaved to exist
While masters sit crowned on a
scarlet coloured beast
Conquering and to conquer with
deceit
See the land we plough dry
and barren
Giving birth to thorns and
thistles of injustice and conned
democracy
Silencing freedom of speech
Denying children to eat of their
father's struggles bread
While masters drink of our
sweat milk and honey
See our streams in
turbulence flow tears of
anguish
Cried in silence of heart
betrayed by the ballot,
Made captive by the hand that
promised to feed
Peace in freedom of unity
See our dreams in the
thickest of darkness
Haunted by nightmares of
doom
Failing young hearts
Wandering empty streets
barefooted and blistered
Fighting handicapped to exist
See tomorrow of a
generation I beget,
Poverty laden streets rotten of
incurable diseases,
Bullets and bombs sounding the
master's pride
Sucking innocent blood
strength of their existence
Till all that's left is tears we cry.
The Road to the Ballot Box – In Memory of the 1989 June Fourth Movement in Tiananmen
Square, Beijing
Up high, the portrait of Chairman Mao looms
Over the ballot box, wrapped in chains of doom
Beautiful as a mirage, a rainbow
And no more reachable.
The road ahead is winding, at times backwards bending,
And above all, never-ending,
And the one before – all too painful.
The year of bloodshed;
The year when students begged
By strike, by mass hunger,
For freedom and democracy
But heard instead the bullet’s thunder;
The eternal moment when one held his head high
And a train of tanks he defied;
When students refused to leave the Square, their friends,
And sat unflinching through the bloody crimson end.
The muted cry of these forgotten heroes
On that fateful night twenty years ago
Still rings loud and true in our hearts
In a land where the engine of freedom wouldn’t start.
Twenty years on they walk
Defiant, grim-faced,
Battered yet unfazed.
Clothes torn in rags
Here and there, a splatter of red
Blisters on their feet
Eyes that bear a burning piercing heat.
Our hearts may be broken
And our spirits shaken
But still, the truth is out there –
Still being spoken.
Once more I lift my eyes
To the mirage in the sky
Will we ever get there?
Walk on – do you dare?
To me, freedom is the right to choose
Whether we win or lose is up to us.
Winner take all, the losers lose,
or work nine to five: win by peruse
It takes all kind
but none with flippant mind
to debate humankind
rights divine
True freedom came out of Edinborough,
from clash after clash of brilliant minds,
within an essay most could empower,
as inspired by the divine.
Incorporated into our constitution
before it had its name.
Delivering a great nation
which quickly rose to fame.
I believe:
I have the right To:
What
When
Where
To whom
For as long as
I WANT- - -
So what does that make me?
First I am a dictator and unfair.
Second I am arrogant with cold hearted air.
Third I’m a bubble head with no chance of repair.
Are you protected from someone like me?
Yes the courts provide solace if I invade
beyond my space with a tirade.
Punishment should keep one afraid
of frivolous accusations, comments made.
The golden rule is by far the best tool.
For how plans are made and how laid.
Common sense across the fence.
A neighborly way each day.
© Jun 05 2010 For Dane’s “Freedom to Chose” contest
A Field of Blue and Thirteen Stars of White,
Once pitted against all England's might.
Courage shown by men who knew,
"Royal Freedom" would never do.
A hot July in Philadelphia town,
Where a rebellion's seed would now be sown.
Declared were freedoms all had sought,
Only now to be won, by battles to be fought.
"Don't Tread On Us" rose the cry,
On that day, that hot July.
But deaf ear turned to fisted hand,
As Redcoats marched across the land.
Invading brothers from across the sea,
Scourged the land which sought liberty.
The silent voices began to sing,
Across our land, "Let Freedom Ring"!
Amidst battles' shot, smoke, and shell,
Many an innocent, along with patriot fell.
Independence and Freedom were not easily obtained,
Only after so many deaths, a courageous victory gained.
So the Red Stripes were put on the flag for the blood,
Spent again and again wherever Liberty stood.
White Stripes were put on for the purity of soul,
That this new nation put forth as a whole.
O'er the years more Stars have been added to that Field of Blue,
But many more of its sons had to die for Freedom to be true.
Many say it's just a piece of cloth on a pole in the air,
They remember not the sacrifices that allowed us to put it there.
For strength comes from the people who live in this land,
The stength that willingly offers others a hand.
So, when the "Stars and Stripes" are raised above,
I get a sensation of humility, of pride, of love.
For the Flag that flies above us so high,
Is one of greatness in strength and dignity.
It flies as a beacon for all to see,
That this is the land of Freedom's Opportunity.
But that Freedom comes with a high price still,
We have paid, and still pay more we will.
And like those heroes of our past,
"Old Glory" beckons us to meet that task.
Let freedom ring
and everyone else can sing
but me
it's not that I don't support the troops
or that I don't believe in the American Dream
it's just that I don't believe in a country that lies
let freedom ring
and everyone else can sing
but me
it's not that I don't respect the President
or that I don't acknowledge all the country has done
it's just that I don't believe in a country that doesn't practice what it preaches
let freedom ring
and everyone else can sing
but me
it's not that I don't enjoy reading about its history
or that I don't appreciate its citizens and character
it's just that this country really doesn't have equal rights for all
let freedom ring
and everyone else can sing
but me
because until our beloved country actually does what it says
I will not approve
so let freedom ring
and everyone else can sing
but me
To be HATED, just because of the color of your skin, the size of your waist, the color of your
eyes or hair, your beliefs such as political or religous, is hard to understand. We that live in
the USA have the freedom to speak our minds and have our own beliefs.
Let freedom Ring!!
Liberty,
More than a statue is she.
Freedom,
Into it we are born.
Is it possible to truly achieve
These rights in which we believe
In a world so politically
Formed with a contentious mentality?
Liberty,
Achieved sans bigotry.
Freedom,
From within first it must come.
Such lofty standards to aspire
Each of us could reach much higher
And apply them to everyone
Before expecting them in return.
Liberty,
How I pray for thee.
Freedom,
Meant for everyone.
Liberty, let her ring and freedom she shall bring.
Entry in the Liberty and Freedom contest