POEM
Friend,
these are frightening times
these are appalling times
spread across our land.
Plants dare not bloom and smile
in our gardens,
afraid of being plucked away
and torn to pieces.
Birds feel caged
and fear to fly over here.
Streams lay congealed out of fear
and
winds stand still
not a single leaf dares to move.
These are frightening,
times over here,
dreaded times over here.
Awaiting winds of
freedom we remain
and we are here
to fight to the hilt
to firm up our hard-earned freedom.
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