Contemporary Freedom

I am who I am Because of what I am I ask for freedom from love I ask for freedom from slavery I ask for freedom from hunger I ask for freedom from desire You know and I know That not all seeds you sow Will eventually grow This is contemporary poem Seeking for freedom with my pen I read there was an old man Who bade farewell to his only son At the hands of his own gun Where his actions contemporary? Was his anger or concern temporary? This is contemporary poem Seeking for freedom with my pen Vivid imagination leads to frustration It could trigger a chain-reaction Hence the concept of mass-killing Is born out of an over-reacted feeling There is no cure or process of healing Once death is the meal we are dealing This is contemporary poem Seeking for freedom with my pen We drink with intention to forget We drink but later on regret And the people are walking And the people are talking Talking about freedom, freedom Talking about a heavenly kingdom Talking about their great grandfathers and their moms Talking about freedom in any shape or form This is contemporary poem Seeking for freedom with my pen And it does not make any sense Why we always speak first in defense And it does not make any sense Why our passion for life despite the struggle is immense We crave for human heroes Those who started from zero Their brave tales flows tremendously So our fertile hope elongates endlessly So when you tell a lie Look your victim deep in the eye Penetrate their mind Find out what you can find Because freedom is a lie Because freedom is a lie This is contemporary poem Seeking for freedom with my pen Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi