My Hands

My Hands

A Poem by Freedom's Child

Ugly are the knuckles from your so called freedom
Stained in blood from living my life
Scarred from mistakes, surfboards, and your hypocrisy
Bent and broken a shipwrecked vessel

© 2012 Freedom's Child


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Thank you! I believe government will always seek to protect the interest of a few at the expense of the many. I feel everyone has to move forward to the point of wanting everyone to have what they have and stop always wanting more. If you we can ever reach that point there will not be a need for government and at that time there would be a true revolution.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Eloha

11 Years Ago

Yes I download the show on occassion, I'm always on the look out for a good sci-fi show and the poli.. read more
Eloha

11 Years Ago

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Freedom's Child

11 Years Ago

Thanks! I'll check it out
I often think about revolution, freedom and the future of humanity. I'm a studen to history to some degree so I can't but help think of the collective situation regarding human freedom.

This poem strongly reminded me of that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Freedom's Child
Freedom's Child

Charlotte, NC



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I love the water, sailing, and dreaming of a better tomorrow. After living on a sailboat for 18 years, I moved in land and I continue to fight for the environment and those that cannot fight for thems.. more..

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