Freedom fighters: A poem 

It’s easier to pretend to be free 

And sacrifice one’s honour and dignity 

But we felt we were ground to dust 

So, we vowed to do what we must 

The prisons are in the dependence 

Power is hungry for injustice 

Our fight was through non-violence 

The thunderous voice of silence 

Decades went by, but we did battle 

Our future lay in this courageous mettle 

Gunshots rang and blood did pour 

But martyrs’ will did settle a score 

The tricolour swung a starry dawn 

The jailor’s sentence was withdrawn 

The skies emblazoned with the mirth of millions 

That posterity would be free of the will of villains 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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