FREEDOM.
Assassinations, Wars and political deaths.
Kidnaps, Murders, so few of us are left.
A child is born he learns to talk.
He's holding a Gun soon as he can walk.
Then he follows his God, ‘Cause it’s what Daddy said.
Seeking Daddy’s affection, He ends up dead.
Tell me what God condones War?
No choice, No will?
What man is so naïve?
He believes God wants him to kill…
The killings, The Wars.
Bloodstains on the shores…
Where the sands were golden.
The lies? The truth?
Who knows? What proof?
Fools just believe what someone told them.
Liberty is more than just being free…
And possessions mean nothing when your sanity flees.
Freedom within, Freedom without…
Free to be yourselves with no questions, No doubt.
Freedom.
Can’t you feel in your hearts?
Am I the only one?
Who feels right or wrong…
Without having to become…
Obsessed with a fable,
Living to preach.
Brainwashing the young.
With no right to teach…
The killings, The Wars.
Bloodstains on the shores…
Where the sands were golden.
The lies? The truth?
Who knows? What proof?
Fools just believe what someone told them.
Liberty is more than just being free…
And possessions mean nothing when your sanity flees.
Freedom within, Freedom without…
Free to be yourselves with no questions, No doubt.
Freedom.
You send your children out,
To live their lives blind…
There’s no future for the world,
With a people of narrow minds…
Why can’t we let them live…
Why can’t we let it be…
Our only God given right…
Is the fact that we are free…
The killings, The Wars.
Bloodstains on the shores…
Where the sands were golden.
The lies? The truth?
Who knows? What proof?
Fools just believe what someone told them.
Liberty is more than just being free…
And possessions mean nothing when your sanity flees.
Freedom within, Freedom without…
Free to be yourselves with no questions, No doubt.
Freedom.
Dictators…Dictated.
Leads only to hatred.
One view, One way…
It doesn’t have to be…
Open up your heart, be the change...
Play your part.
Close your eyes to the hate...
You will see.
The killings, The Wars.
Bloodstains on the shores…
Where the sands were golden.
The lies? The truth?
Who knows? What proof?
Fools just believe what someone told them.
Liberty is more than just being free…
And possessions mean nothing when your sanity flees.
Freedom within, Freedom without…
Free to be yourselves with no questions, No doubt.
Freedom…
About the Creator
Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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