Freedom

When a person is asked to perform like other want, his freedom is slowly started to decline. This poem is also deals with same feelings.

Although we get freedom
But we still don't have freedom.
We can cry, but quietly
We can run away, but secretly
We can scream, but mildely
We can fight, but slowly.
If we fly our wings are cut
If we reply our mouths are shut
If we are angry we are slapped
If we are silent we don't have respect
Do this, not this
Sit here, not there
Who are they to decide
We are one who should decide
Our screams are crushed
Our tears are bursted
Our thoughts are wrapped
Our minds are collapsed
Full with hate
Ready to fight
To only live a peaceful night
Our freedom died,
When we take birth.
When we die,
Our freedom will take birth.

Author's Note

Please review my poem as soon as you read.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Who is "we," and who is doing the oppressing?

[Harman-yan_13]

By we I mostly mean teenagers or people's who have a lot restrictions over them and this oppressing is done by the parent's of teenagers to perform well in all sectors of the society.