The strive for freedom

How much blood must our generation bleed?

How many unborn lives laid-down and died,

Before we all can say that we are freed,

And will proclaim that we are satisfied.

For can it be worth all this death and pain?

The smite of peace and the slaughter of truth,

For right of uncontrolled financial gain,

And freedom of dictate by rich uncouth.

And if we take our lives for this spoken,

Does that give us rule to condemn the same,

For youth leaving no glass lens unbroken,

And yet still wipe our hands of any blame.

Though maybe these ideals are worth it all,

To live any life, to tear any wall...

Author's Note

This is a poem I recently entered into a poetry competition, and it would be great to get some feedback on it to get an idea of its quality, and possibly for future competitions. Thanks

Reviews

[j]

This Is A Well Put Together Poem. It Really Got Me Thinking About A Lot Issues In The World Involving Men's Fight For Freedom, In Everyday Life.

[Jem Sagcal]

The rhymes were amazingly constructed to secure such meaning behind the poem. It allows the readers to think. Great job!

[Cwortknee]

You speak volumes in this poem. Overall, it's very well composed. When I finished reading though, I really wanted more. Perhaps you could add another line? Or maybe it's just the "..." that begs for more.. I'm not sure. Either way, Great write.

[Shian]

Thanks, I really appreciate that, as I wasn't sure about the elipses at the end :)