Cry for freedom
to come to your land.
Let freedom join your hands.
We need this happy,
let everyone be what they want to be.
People hate there life/selves because
they don't get what they want.
People love there life/selves because
they get what they always want.
Being free wasn't easy
back in the day.
They had to do marches and protests,
to get what they want......Freedom
So happy this time if the day
that we have freedom and we don't
half to work hard to get it anymore.
Freedom is here
Freedom is there
Freedom is everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem