Best Satirefreedom Poems
O ye heavens
From thy dwelling
of no time
The reside of the eterne
Where beings of beauty
and the good abode
Look and see
Below where streams
Flow tears
and seas are crimson
See our fathers taken
Where fists are clinched
with hate,
hearts weeping not
love deceased
life having no forgiveness of
sins
Humanity,
the brawling of brothers
See our mothers sorrowed
with loneliness
Weeping the son
slaved to exist
Whilst they sit crowned
on a scarlet coloured beast
holding a bow,
hiding the arrow
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 our
speech
Denying children to eat
of their father's struggles
bread
While they 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 blistered
fighting handicapped
to exist while
Subdued by fear,
The sting of dictatorship
See tomorrow
of a generation I beget,
Poverty laden streets
rotten of incurable diseases
Bullets and bombs
for their pride and grandeur
Sucking innocent blood
strength of their existence
Till all that's left
Is tears we cry.
'See O thee that illuminates,
Take to remembrance
evils of our elders
and shut thy moon
her light before them
shine not stars
in darkness
they seek friendship
Let tears of the sun flood their
paths
and erode their bridge walls
turning the hearts of their
children
against desires they hold
making their household
a desolate plain'
If freedom costs so high a price in those
Who do not chose the path they take,
Then freedom it is not. And if one life
Is taken, destroyed by hands for freedom's sake,
Then freedom it is not. Why do these stars
And stripes eliminate the worth of life?
When holy words, with crystal beams,
From mouths that kiss the rings of kings,
Emerge and radiate over
The Mass of zealous heads of those
Who think themselves so high above,
Then freedom it is not. But what
Should we put forth to fight for rights
And pleasantries? Many
The wars and knocks loud
On the door of death
Resulted from the Lady Liberty's cries.
It seems that freedom lives only when love dies.