Freedom Freedom Freedom
A multitude of men and sons Mother's and daughter yell
Their lives and souls they sell
For a cause complicated to tell.
With the sound of vuvuzelas and bells..
God looks from heaven above
Pieties and groans like a dove
For He sees that which was created in the image of love
Seeking that which he commanded them not....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem