Freedom - Poem by Dillon Crawford
Everyone be screaming about their dream,
Dream of peace, dream of freedom
Well I say f*** that sh*t,
For this sh*t is coming now.
How can you say peace in our world
Hell peace on earth is going downtown
And just hoping not to be stabbed.
This sh*t is happening now,
The bodies are filling our floors
Filling our minds
It is with those bodies we find out freedom
For our freedom is unlike anyones freedom
Our freedom is tethered down
Down to the deepest parts of the world.
Down deep enough that the only ones who finally got free
truly are free, free from this world.
This world shall never receive its freedom, and yet
Yet we fight on, fight with the forces of freedom
We fight a battle we know we cannot win,
for we fight time.
Freedom is but a matter of time.
Yet that time is always equal to our time
I shall never beat time, and so I must cheat
Cheat our world.
Create my own world, for in my world
It is my time
My words are those of a free man, Free to live, love and learn
I can save third world countries with just one of them
And so I try
Somehow, my world always cheats its way back
Our world is filled with cheats and lies
never to be broken, for in the end
It all comes crashing down,
We need the time
Time to think, Time to live, Time to cheat
yet our world is so dangerous we can never have that time
And so we hope for peace,
But the time for hope is up
For we have destroyed our peace,
We need our freedom for our peace
We need our peace for our freedom
This cycle will never end,
And so I fight time,
For this is my f****** time
I fight with death, till my time comes again
Till the time comes where he looks back into my eyes
I shall walk off with him happily,
And then, then I shall finally be free.
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