Poem of Freedom
I don't know what Freedom is I have visited the various countries. Some are jailed for their views. Some are not allowed to pronounce the word. Some tell us what Freedom is. They want,wish to keep the word. I ask myself how do they understand Freedom. They feed us their own freedom. Freedom looks like a mountain. At the top of the mountain, It is cold and windy but looking at the bottom is very dangerous. All the sweating have become useless. Over the other side, there are streams of Freedom Some of these streams flow very fast. Some of the streams are slow. Some look shallow but deep I can see the green grass over that side. Where are the cattle and goats for the grass? Do we have enough rains to nourish our Freedom? I cannot eat grass alone. The Lions and impalas are roaming free. Are they freer than me? Are the snakes have better freedom than myself? Are the Tiger's have boundaries? Who had created those boundaries? Do these animals carry visas? Who coul...