morning news from around the world
showing events in far distant places
telling of people I will never know
yet the stories effect my life as well
freedoms sought with desperation
fighting long odds and tradition
seeking a way of life unknown
a region in turmoil hoping for peace
the struggle is universal and eternal
sought though never fully achieved
true freedom, the impossible dream
and yet we continure the fight
sadly some no longer believe in it
and sell theirs for imagined wealth
giving away rights to feed the greed
and new power mongers surface
the vicious cycle begins again
where once we were so close
and freedom yet again slips away
tyranny born of the lust for power
And so the world turns on
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
a very difficult topic...when one is in the midst of it...much easier after it is won...worse even when freedom is lost
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