O Freedom, I feel for you;
You are the prisoner,
Caged in the closed minds of men
Who gloat in their power.
The powerful do deprive
Others of liberty.
But call it liberation.
Oh, what a game dirty!
They, in democracy’s name,
Invade other countries.
By dropping bombs on them they
Disturb their gentle breeze.
Little do they realise
Their own freedom can’t be,
As long as that of others
Is in jeopardy.
* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
* Winner of Honourable Mention award in the “A River of Poetry & Prose Contest”, "A River of Poetry" , Round 6, hosted by River McKenna, where the prompt was “Freedom".
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