Freedom 2. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Freedom 2.

Rating: 4.5


A baby is born
And he's born free.
No chains tie his feet,
No law ties his tongue
And God's Word is: ' be! '
Out of his mother's womb
His first cry is of joy.
No matter what color he wears
His mind hails freedom
And his heart calls for love.
Man enslaving man,
Man slaying man,
For power, for greed,
Out of hatred;
A putrid goal,
So vile.
And God from way above,
Patient,
Foresees it all.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Driss Ezzireg 16 August 2017

My sincere thanks, Jazib.

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Jazib Kamalvi 16 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Driss. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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