Freedom And Its Pretty Price - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
When you don't have your pretty freedom One hundred percent, so what do yo do? I fight for my freedom with all might and My power to have it and to enjoy it greatly. My pretty freedom is not bargained, sold, Bought, negotiated, minimized by anyway, My freedom is taken and never given to anyone And henceforth it paves the way to a better life, My freedom is the most precious thing in my Life and the life of everyone else on earth, My freedom needs me to sacrifice myself and All I have cheap or expensive to have it, Nothing is equaled to my pretty freedom even My warm blood and all I have for it anytime, and I am ready to do all I can to have it, to get it, To enjoy it, and to reach it in a civilized way.
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