FREEDOM IS…


FREEDOM IS…

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

Born into poverty, the kid never had a chance,
At a young age, he had learnt how to dance
Between the bullets and the punches
Thrown beer bottles; no school lunches
Drug pushers and teasing friends
People traffickers and a world of dead ends

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

But, he’s not the only kid who doesn’t know
What freedom is or where it goes
But only how to get by each day
How to survive and not get played
Freedom is sleeping in his own room
Not coming home to rest in a wooden tomb

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

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Published in: on August 14, 2011 at 4:33 pm  Comments (6)  

6 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Check out these extracts from my collection –

    http://grimke.wordpress.com/2011/06/15/fr/

    • Thanks Bill, I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 I will definitely check out your poems. However, I’d also love if you told me what you thought of my poetry.

      All the best,

      Ken

  2. Preach it my brother.

    • Thank you kindly Liliana, I’m so glad and grateful that you agree with the sentiments expressed in my poem.

      Ken

  3. This is like a song. I like the repetitive chorus reminding us what it’s like to be denied your rights as a human being. This could be from the lips of a young man trying to survive in a place like Brixton or Hackney. I like this poem.

    • Thank you very much for your generous feedback Bill! Freedom Is… was very much written in the style of a song, and in a fashion that any young person on the street or struggling to survive could identify with, no matter what part of the world he/she is from. And the purpose of the repetitive chorus was for exactly that, to remind and to hammer the indignity and harshness of having one’s human right’s constantly trampled on! Again, thank you. 🙂

      Your’s sincerely,

      Ken


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