My liberty, my cause

A poem about freedom

Every day I wake

I grow strong

Knowing soon all would be for my sake

My mind would be mine never to wrong

For through and fro

I search the earth

For a mind greater than minds to throw

Nothing I found even in wisdom's hearth

In my birth

Was I free

And in my death

Will I be free

Though the road

Dusty and dangerous

I will succeed where man's failure rode

Even in my defeat I will rise continuous

Until the battle is won

And the sound of freedom

Is heard in the camp of the worn

And till my very captor looses his kingdom 

  

Author's Note

What do you think

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem. Honest and true words written.
"In my birth
Was I free
And in my death
Will I be free"
I liked the above lines. I tell people often. Freedom is missed, when she is gone. Thank you Benson for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[marcus]

We are born free, and we may die free, these are deep truths!

[Richard🖌]

What I think, Benson,
is that something deep and assured, dedicated and passionate within your core composed this excellent piece of emotional (almost spiritual) exactitude for the aim, the love, and glory of freedom to be won for yourself and your peoples.
There are issues with grammar throughout that, when addressed, will render this one of your best, i think.

Very good effort my astute young bard! ⁓ Richard