Freedom at Last

The thunder roars

the lightning strikes

high hopes soars

to the  seven skies.


It pours down blood

a rebellion is in the bud .

The people’s stood up as one

the uprising has begun.


Under the cover of the night

guided by flickering fire torch lights

they gather for a fierce fight

to regain  their confiscated rights .

Fed up with living in obscurity

They let out a cry for dignity;

they ‘re Thirsty for freedom

they’re ready for martyrdom.



full of rage , full of pride

they march side by side

they take long sure strides

cos  in victory they confide.





6 Responses

  1. A sign of the times…

  2. a very well described poem my friend, great to have you back 🙂

  3. Beautiful 🙂

  4. People awaken their minds and freedom soars! Good one, Wordwand!

  5. Fits with what is happening in your continent! Poet of the revolution 🙂

  6. So many have fought for freedom and died for freedom…let us hope that it comes to all.

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