@ Three Freedoms
Freedom from self. From others and of others:
He who hath, but known freedom
From self freed, from an idea either
From thought possessed, a context
Obsolete. Of human bondage, a concept
Deity absurd, god with word. A philosopher’s diction,
A moral code, religion here, there a hell, a hope
Too. Paradise here, heaven there. From the self who
Is freed, what freedom else is to cherish.
From others alas. Taketh the sword,
Rusted in scabbard, raise a voice, having been seen
In the bosom: have a dream. Join then, hands all
A common destiny, be it politics, a relgio-moral,
Chains they wear chains you wear.
Break the hand that stoppeth the path. A march
Is history, under open skies, cherish
On free earth, breathe a walk with pride.
Free the others, from the fetters perverse,
Let the window of the cage, open, let the captives
Fly. Let loose the knots. Let on the seas be.
A wave to the shore, or a gentle breeze.
Let fear go, let freedom come, let the holy walls
With blows break, let the temples be, from holiness, fall.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Martin Luther King
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