Freedom Is Not A Bed Of Roses Poem by Tony Adah
Freedom Is Not A Bed Of Roses
Up the scorching desert the fugitives fled
They left all the tents and all the camels
All the sweet dates and peppers and onions
To listen to the poetry of change
The guardian sang and the followers echo the song
So did the fugitives who sang and danced
To the echo of the song
The song pierced their hearts
And they joined the crusade
And freedom came to those who
Wanted freedom themselves.
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