Go steadfast I say into the land where none can see
For it is in such a place that of use you can be
The age is such that there are no music makers
Most of all are those who with no chords are the glory takers
They sit in their blue-blooded trappings
Only to sings as mutes
Sitting on the Thrones of Heroes and Kings
Yet crushing the wailing voices like brutes
There is a man who is a brother, a husband a father
Yet someone like him becomes the defiler of daughters
There are also some who would be kind and true men rather
The other though tends to step away from the moral gentleman a-step-a-two farther
Some men while singing the choruses of peace and comely order
order the callings of the shots of indiscriminate slaughters
I do urge you to look around as you keep running in Life's race
Gaze upon the smile on the little child's face
Needn't you find in such any hidden meaning
That immortal innocence is your Life's purpose cleaning
In our times does digitisation smile with its affection
As the voices rise for the free
Yet encroaching has tended to become an inflection
This clash of right and wrong mirror's morality's decree
The feminine presence here in the world
Has had many crimes on it unfurled
Salutations to such bravehearts I give
From now to as long as I live
Yet there be some who tarnish their names as daughters
To lead to the cullings and lambs to slaughters
To them, I say , "Look to your sisters"
They do shine bright notwithstanding the blisters
There be others who by form may differ from women and men
But in hears all Spirits are same
They share our past and the same origin-den
So it is by right their honest claim
To live among and be happy to smile
Let prejudices against them die senile
Your goal in this current age
Should be to hold your head high
For you can be a radiant beacon, no need for a sage
That one moment is all we need to see Darkness die
Walk steadfast I say and embrace the Bright Light
Which you can clearly see
Lay down your hostilities to cease this pointless fight
For now, it is time to enjoy graceful Freedom's Glee.
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Freedom's Glee
Poetry"Are we really free ?" .... These are the words that continue to haunt the very existence of humankind. In this current era, someone is born into a world that is fraught with injustice and violence. The shades of grey which stem from the black and...
