A Poem by C.E.M.

We must FIGHT for not only our own free speech, but that of the entire worlds, because the only pathway to true equality, to true peace, is through open conversation, honest rhetoric, and love.


We’ve fought wars for words alone.

Made sacrifice, in depth and tone.

                                 The right to have expression, free,

And see things the way others see.

But in this world, both near and far,

Live people stripped of who they are.

Opinions locked in cages steel,

Restrictions placed on what is real.

The desert, dry as idle tongue.

The dissent, dire as punctured lung.

Still, people argue, laugh and cry,

Prepared to speak, prepared to die.

Yes, people talk, and scream, and pray,

And hope persists another day.

Unrest rises like burning sun

On a world half-free, left undone.

Our cries of change, our honest song,

Will, to regime, never belong.

They are not theirs,

They are our own.

We must fight for words alone.

© 2018 C.E.M.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register


How on earth did I miss this one!? WOW! A few words throughout the piece land on the wrong sylLAble, but this poem has a strong message, great progression, and stupendous repetition in the ending. Well freaking done! You simply need to tweak those words that land improperly, and you would have a gem on your hands.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Woohoooo!!! You sing it. This is exactly right. Still so many places that will pulverize the masses for speaking their minds. It is the duty of every person with the desire to write, to keep doing it so that someday, everyone has an equal chance to express there love and their outrage in a way that they see fit. Loved this!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you Crowley!!! I wrote this for those brave journalists, artists, protestors, and human beings.. read more

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


2 Reviews
Added on August 6, 2018
Last Updated on August 6, 2018
Tags: social justice, free speech, turkey, war, fight, love, heartbreak, loss




I'm a dreamer. I'm a woman. I'm an animal. You can call me Cait. I have written stories since I could pick up a pen. My dream, above all else, is to see this world. In order to do that, I've deci.. more..

Eleven Eleven

A Poem by C.E.M.

Mosul Tea Mosul Tea

A Story by C.E.M.

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..

You Called. You Called.

A Poem by C.E.M.

Joy Joy

A Poem by H L Rose