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FREEDOM
O Freedom, I feel for you; You are the prisoner, Caged in the closed minds of men Who gloat in their power. Those who have power deprive Others of liberty. They call it liberation. Oh, what a game dirty! They, in democracy’s name, Invade other countries. By dropping bombs on them they Disturb their gentle breeze. Little do they realize Their own freedom can’t be, As long as that of others Is in jeopardy. * Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format * Winner of Honourable Mention award in the “A River of Poetry & Prose Contest”, "A River of Poetry & Prose" M C Gupta 19 January 2010
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