What are freedoms?
We have so many
Outlined, put in front of us in black and white
And yet it’s all denied to so many
When we try to speak out
We’re pressed back
When we try to believe in what we wish
We’re looked down upon
And when we gather together
We’re separated, told to leave
As even the most basic of rights
To love and be loved
Is denied to some
So what is freedom, truly?
And do any of us actually have it?
Can it really be freedom when some don’t get it?
And will it ever really be in our hands?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no such thing as freedom, what slack we are given, is the will of the government. Interesting writing, I like this one, it's very thought provoking.