Freedom in our land not gives us enough food, <br />Freedom in our land not has enough work, <br />Freedom in our land creates the lazy cowards, <br />Freedom in our land not worth to have power of people, <br />Believe me that we are free to do anything that could, <br />Walking through the streets to find out the meaning, <br />Of acquired freedom that we have to materialize nothing. <br />What a rush is this, human have no direction to go towards, <br />What a mad rat race is it, that human take part in it, <br />What a planner are these people, <br />who neglect the people in their planning, <br />What type of freedom is it that put, <br />minds of people in the prison of poverty?<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prison-of-poverty/
