here to stay
I stood at the podium
declaring my faith to a world
I once called home
the strangers in front of me
knelt and lifted their arms
anticipating a deliverance
they had only dared to dream
as I breathed into the hall
they began to understand
freedom was here to stay
september two thousand thirteen
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Alas, as we are finding out here in Australia, freedom is such a temporary thing. Easily bruised, broken and stolen from those who close their eyes.
That is very sad to hear, Archie ;`(
Freedom – the most important thing ever. a nice poem written from a fresh perspective
Thank you so much. Hope all is well, my friend.
Thank you, Mr waters. Hope you are doing well too