Freedom Song
Ode to the american school,
bending branches to fit their mold,
attaching to students numbers,
-
channeling flesh by their own plans.
careless of the freedom then lost -
for in their lanes and their rivers:
-
The tides that suck and surge on past,
torrentialy devouring,
Heedlessly sweeping up the mass,
-
Is lost the sense of freedom that
is what is guaranteed to us.
The constitution is not well,
-
Something grander and still deeply
rooted must indeed be heeded
by the people, America.
-
Freedom of the flesh is wasted
if the mind is still bound in chains,
and fettered with a sense of course;
-
A way that thoughts have been locked in,
[...] Read more
poem by Monos Unalos
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
