What freedom we must have
Compromising our own judgement
Words, thoughts and desires
For the good of everyone else
You delicate little thing
If what I do, say and write
Is a problem for someone else
Then it is what it is...
Their problem
Work through it
Through imaginative
And elevated thoughts
Poetry is born
Not by compromising and conforming
Repetition is key to control
In fact, conforming
Is probaly why most of us are here
Freedom and conformity cannot co-exist
To have both...would be an impossible world
An illusion of freedom and choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are other poetry sites out there which allow a greater freedom of expression. I like, thos poem though, very well written and point made.