Seek not for freedom
For in this life there is none
The rich don’t have it
Neither do the poor
The educated and the ignorant
Search for it in vain
And even if one finds it
He is enslaved to keep it
Freedom is for the dead
Because in death
There is no knowledge
There is no pain or sorrow
Harsh, but true. I like it. Maybe the meaning of frees been turned alittle askew these days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can completely identify with this poem. Feedom is so elusive. Wonderful...