Freedom.. Hard Work

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It was great and hard work Our forefathers met with bullets and not words It was long drawn struggle Pain and agony to suffer with trouble Poor, peasants and craftsman No one was happy including businessmen Whole of the country was under slavery It was sad plight with lots of concern to many Are we in position to safeguard freedom? In real sense or offer it seldom It has lost its charm Done no good but more harm Corruption is main issue They say it is world vide and to be viewed More global than local People are afraid to be vocal We are not able to match moral standard There is not much more to look forward Poor remain poor and rich gets richer It needs more sacrifice to reach the ladder Still we catch the figures Of past leaders and think of future Talk of peace and prepare for nothing Does freedom at last stand for anything?

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