The dearest word from which to start,
The most humane and finest part,
Of our existence
Without Freedom, what's ahead
Millions of Chains around our head
And thus Tyrannical Men spread
The seed of ignominious and disgraceful defeat
Of Liberty that they beat and steal from us
Leaving Her for dead, in a pool of our blood
With nothing fine nor human left within our heart.
Without Freedom, what's ahead Millions of Chains around our head Many poets have sung the songs for breaking the barrier, kicking open the shackles and unchaining the souls. You have lent just another voice. Well expressed. Long live human freedom! Down with all forms of human subjugation!
All of mankind should be free and not suffer oppression of any kind. Well said, and well written Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just started reading a new collection of essays on Percy Shelley who remains one of freedom's most dedicated defenders. He is applauding your collection of political poems because each generation must renew that commitment to freedom. And writing poems that extol it is our way as poets