I can't barter my freedom <br />Take away the riches with you <br />Don't display your dollars and pounds <br />To my countrymen who need freedom too <br /> <br />You can't cut my tongue short <br />It flexes swift and slip your hand <br />Winds of freedom would blow one day <br />Your vile attempts can't change the trend <br /> <br />I dream of my countrymen <br />Walking down the streets feeling proud <br />The pangs of hunger and poverty <br />Is packed and burnt in freedoms shroud <br /> <br />I dream of little children <br />With glowing faces and charming smiles <br />Rushing to schools in groups <br />Dressed in colours with impeccable styles <br /> <br />I dream of the girl child <br />Eyes bright with vision unbound <br />She has a dream of a world <br />Where hate and racism can't be found <br /> <br />She would charm all <br />With her beauty and sharp mind <br />I dream of her flying high <br />In all the fields leaving the men far behind <br /> <br />There would be freedom <br />To speak, to write, to work and to sing <br />No one would die of hunger <br />Peace and harmony every dawn would bring<br /><br />Tiku akp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-373/
