Where are promsies?, by Jadia4708au Subscribe to rss feed for Jadia4708au

Where are all those promises?
Why so many lapses and misses?
What are we thriving for world?
Are we not going to Dark Age fold?

Is freedom really farced?
Are we joking and distanced?
We want it to export to all
At home we miss it as untimely call

Do not robbers come at will?
Fire at passers by and kill
What is price for single man?
Where are we all human?

Is only freedom expression a slogan?
Have we not lost heart as main organ?
It does not breathe for right cause
Stops in between for untimely pause

I would for it to see real world
Where relations grow and turn cold
Feel for fellow brethren in distress
Route it out from depth in any case

I want the freedom from fresh air
Absolutely unpolluted and totally pure
Let it bring messages from distance
Make its presence in mind at once

I would love all smiles on face
All in one colorless race
Freedom, championship against colorful hatred
Truly unbelievable competition and to be lead

Let it not turn as hollow words
As if not spoken from mouth of lords
We may have to shed inferiority thoughts
War can be won without being fought
 
We can export weapons of mass destruction
It is done with our clear instructions
On the name of O, lord we prove to be champion
To keep them united under one strong union 

 
No one may buy the arguments
It has earned already adverse comments
We are Hippocratic and liar community
We have no shame for precious humanity

All sorts of experiments are done here
Not even species and birds are spared 
Unknown trials on living humans as trial
Where do we stand amidst our denial?

We are cheaters and scoundrels
Still we wish honor and laurels
Peace is thousands of miles away
All road are blocked on the way

Prisons are dark and shame on humanity
Still we talk of divinity and serenity
Not remorse in our heartless corner
We got to realize it later or sooner

I am from freedom fighter’s land
We have suffered it from beginning to end 
Today we have given torch to entire world
With only aim to bring them in our fold

I feel real freedom is in prison
At least you know you are tied without any reason
You have pity for those out side living
With hollow words they are happy and believing 
 
Posted: 2011-02-20 02:33:03 UTC

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