Freedom is a word of joy!
Freedom is a word of sorrow!
Freedom is a word of hope!
So pray for peace tomorrow!
Joy is something that is great!
You better live a wonderful life.
That is without hate,
Before it's too---late!
Sorrow leads to depression,
Which can cause riot
Always do the right thing,
Before you even buy it
Hioe brings possibility,
Like a twinkle in the eye
Never break this ability,
Or your spirit may---die!
Freedom is just like church bells
Let it ring in your ears
When you hear the soothing sound it plays,
You may shed a tear
Let it ring! let it ring!
The hope, the joy, the sorrow
As you hear the luminous sound,
No doubt that you won't frown!
Take my hand I say to you
Together we can make it through!
Don't give up on freedom yet,
We still have many journeys, you bet!
Freedom is a gift from the Lord
With it we shall never be bored
This may be our only chance
Make it graceful like a ballet dance
Slavery, segregation, name it all!
Thank God we are freed from this ball!
The world has been an ugly mess
Why leave it as it is?
It's ruining lives every day
How do we put up with this stress?
Freedom is just like musical bells
Let its melodic tune ring in your ears
When you hear the relaxing sound it plays,
You may shed a tear
Let it ring! Let it ring!
The life, the gift, the struggle
As you hear the calming blend,
Your smile won't have a single bend.
Comfort yourself, it's not over yet
Freedom - is like a play
With history as the set
We are the actors of this play,
Mean, poor, or rude!
This may not be true in life
But this way history's mood!
You plug your ears, scream, and shout!
The harshness of your owner
He calls you dirty, ugly, and useless,
and since you cry, a moaner!
We act as if we have freedom,
But truly we do not!
We pray, we wish and hope for the best
Because that is all we got
Freedom is just like banging bells
Let its raging noise break your ears
When you hear the cacophonic sound it plays,
You may shed a tear
Let it ring! Let it ring!
The play, the shouts, the lies
As you hear this bulging tune,
You may see a big typhoon!
AN: This poem is based on Edgar Allen Poe's "Bells".
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PoetryA collection of Poems by Kathleen Cain. This was all written with a deadline. Therefore, you might probably think that the poems are terrible. I also wrote this when I was 11 or 12 because we were assigned it. Please don't hate it. I am not going to...
