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My thanks may be quite short
My comments barely there 
But please don’t be offended
They are sincere, I swear

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015



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Freedom NOT equality

Oh, it never ends,
This eternal fight for our freedoms
And yet we don’t consider
The freedoms of others
To be worth a fight
So why do we fight together
To allow for our ideals?
Does anyone truly want a world
Where everyone is free
Where everyone is equal
Where everyone can be
Or do we just pretend to
So we can live our lives
Looking down on others
Who we don’t understand
Free from danger
Free from pain
Are these our true freedoms
Of which we are so proud?
The freedom to turn away from horrors
Happening all around
The freedom to ignore the child
Holding out his hand
The freedom to openly criticize
The hungry and the poor
And so I ask my final question
What is our freedom for?

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016

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Try your best

Research papers, book reports
witty remarks, smart retorts
of these things none can I do
but I still tried and so should you!

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016

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Adolescence

I'm not old enough to drive yet
Not old enough to drink
Not old enough for lotto
But old enough to stink

I'm at that in between age
Where nothing is quite right
When boys and drugs and alcohol
Have entered in my sight

I wonder where I'm going
I wish that I could stay
But my life continues advancing
Day by day by day

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016

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Football Gear

Bill the buff and nerdy brave,
Was told the day was his to save
Alas, he wanted just to read
And from this horrid world be freed

The jocks and coach  had cornered him
And forced him into football gear
And when his mother saw him there
She grinned to him from ear to ear

Burdened then by many eyes
Bill had nowhere to go
The pain Bill had was hid inside
And no-one was to know

Eventually it was too much
And Bill just had to leave
He left behind an empty shell
And no-one even grieved.

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2017



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What to call it

What to call it 
This feeling inside
It’s searching for weakness
I’m trying to hide

What to call it 
This feeling deep down
Its harsh and distasteful
It wants me to drown

What to call it 
This horror unseen
Heart clouded with darkness
With no trace of green

What to call it
This symptom unknown
It’s driving me crazy
Foul seeds it has sown 

What to call it
It has an ill air
I now have decided 
To call it despair

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2014

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Imagine That

The sky full of ashes, the air packed with dust
All cars are abandoned and covered in rust

A city, deserted, lifeless, and cold
A story of war, these ruins have told

There are some survivors, but only a few
Lurking in shadows, they’re hiding from you

You look like a monster, you’re covered in dirt
You’ve a knife in your hand, and blood on your shirt

You’ve spotted a child, he cowers in fear
Eyes widen in horror, he bolts like a deer 	

The memory of battle, still fresh in your mind
Prevents the peace you are trying to find

Tears run down your face, you’re starting to cry
Despair takes over, you wish you could die

You’re suddenly blinded by a heavenly light
You close your eyes, it’s unbearably bright

Your heart seems to lighten, you feel the relief
As your fears are all stolen by a mysterious thief

The light filled with kindness then fades away
And you know you've survived another day

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2014

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Just Another Story

A star so bright 
It shines through the night
It’s guiding many today

Wise men from afar 
all follow the star
to where Mary does stay

three kings on the road
each carrying a load
of presents to give away

The angels did glow
And their horns they did blow
As they showed the shepherds the way

People still tell the story
Of the stable’s history
And of Jesus's birth in the hay

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016

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Grave Digger

The neverending torrent of bodies
The people whose relatives passed
The piles and piles of bodybags
That only recently amassed

‘Tis my job as a grave digger
To hide them away in the ground
To keep them from the people
Since they spread the virus around

This young and just made graveyard
Is already getting quite full
I take my shovel for digging
And dig another hole

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015

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After eight

Dear mother
Worn out
Doth smother 
Her daughters
With boredom
And nothing to do

Dear father 
No doubt
Won’t bother
To listen
To daughters
For he’s tired too

Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015

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