Freedom’s a word that is banded about
By glib politicians who fill us with doubt
Is it freedom from want
Or freedom from fear
What freedom they mean
Is never quite clear
Is it freedom of speech
They might have meant
Unless of course
Its within a mile of parliament
Was it the kind of freedom
They brought to Iraq
Where thousands were slaughtered
In the shock awe attack
Or was it the freedom
For politicians to ignore
The millions who protested
Against the Iraq war
What kind of freedom
Would they like to explain
When they supplied poison gas to saddam hussain
Who gassed thousands of Iranians
All in freedom’s good name
Then there’s the hundreds
All tortured at guantanamo bay
Who were taught about freedom the american way
And the abbu graib torture was merely routine
Like charging two low rank scapegoats
Who were there at the scene
Its o.k.todrop uranium bombs
At no personal risk
But if you blow yourself up then you’re a terrorist
Or is it thefreedom to lie
Like our own mr. Blair
Who produced w.m.d.s out of thin air
Or was it thefreedom to kill
The young man from Brazil
Whose only crime was to live in tulse hill.
A contest entry
- Ranting and Raving by ourgirlFriday.
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Comments
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I agree with you in this protest. What is this freedom that Americans talk about so? I feel that they are wrong to start this war in Iraq. Maybe Iraq's government was not the best, but it's not Bush's country to run. If Americans really support freedom, they should let the Iraqians have the freedom to live their own way without being ruined by war.
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Ah, yes, the tender subject of politics
And yet I wonder what the new order will bring, with this motto of 'Change'...who knows? Something nice and pleasant, like reform and decreased gas prices, or something more sinister, like eugenics and pro-euthenasia laws? One word doesn't tell much, does it?
It means something different to everyone, and when it shows not to be the same, you're walking on people's toes. Good rant!!! Best of luck in the contest!
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Very introspective.
This poem you have penned is extreamly meaningful and full of a multitude of questions that our polititians will never answer. Freedom to me means my right to make my own decisions and believe in what ever is my choice. Then take responsibility for my own actions and not place the blame on anyone but myself. Live each day as if it would be my last and care what happens to others. Lend a hand whenever I can Show others by my actions and words strength,love ,compassion and empathy. This is a very good poem and I enjoyed reading it emensely.
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I ask myself these questions very often too...it's horrible how the world is all about money and politics! And politics will never give you a good reason to like politics. And we can talk about this subject with days, months and years, but to make it short: politics suck, this poem is great.
Keep writing
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