Their Freedom
Delicious freedom exalts the Wise of this Earth,
Only the richer society becomes fat with rage
On the food of the planet, and for the chemicals of age;
Our cheers commence, to intrigue the free men.
Our stay is like a pan of ache and pain,
The heat is unbearable so that we master;
This freedom in our cleverness is from joy,
This joy, dependent on closure and numbers, contents us.
Let demons begin their freedom, to last until today,
The brains of their ancestors are dead like a fly or gnat,
But we stay with our free hands and feet,
Not like the slaves of their joy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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