Freedom from fear is the freedom <br />I claim for you my motherland! <br />Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head, <br />breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning <br />call of the future; <br />Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith <br />you fasten yourself in night's stillness, <br />mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths; <br />freedom from the anarchy of destiny <br />whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds, <br />and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death. <br />Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world, <br />where movements are started through brainless wires, <br />repeated through mindless habits, <br />where figures wait with patience and obedience for the <br />master of show, <br />to be stirred into a mimicry of life.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-249/
