Freedom is an illusion
In the dystopian land
Bereft of hope
in the age of darkness.

Where the mind is in cage
Where the thoughts are imprisoned
Where the heart is in fear
Where the voices are stifled, muzzled.

Yet the caged birds sing
the songs of freedom, of hope
the songs are sweet
in the bitter cold winter.

Poetry by Shamshad Alam
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Written on 2018-08-15 at 15:59

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
If the music of freedom can still touch you there is still hope... a poem that leave its mark on the reader. At least we are free when we dream in our sleep. ..

Freedom is sweet but it is often temporary and difficult to achieve, describe, and maintain. Hail to freedom in all its forms and everywhere!