Writna

Freedom-Poem The Land of the Free, And a chained slave sighs. To be as free a bird, To glide on the wind, And free of these heavy burdens, Is a dream every man pursues. Time only passes for the man, That is bound by Life. Of the Stars and Stripes, That claim to be free. Only, Their people are as iron clad a slave. Truly freedom is nothing more than a passing fantasy, Man can only be so far apart from Law.  Freedom is a dream every man pursues, And a dream it is in the end. For freedom is never truly there, For the man bound by Life, Freedom is only found, After.

A baby girl is born. Her name is Christina. It's the eleventh of August, two o'clock in the afternoon. Five years later and she is five. It's her birthday, children from her class laugh and play in the sun. Christina blows out the candles on her cake, she wishes for a new toy. Ten years later and Christina is fifteen. It's her birthday again and she is at a club. It's dark and people are laughing, dancing. Christina smiles and joins in. She is happy. Fifteen years later and she is thirty. It's her wedding day, she walks down the aisle with her elbow hooked around her father's arm. She looks at her husband to be with a loving smile and says "I do." Everyone cheers and they kiss. Twenty years later and she is fifty. She smiles at her son as he walks up the steps to get his diploma. Afterwards she says to her son, "I'm proud of you." Twenty five years later and Christina is seventy five, she carries her grand-daughter onto her ...

Time-Poem Children age, Trees grow, The clock ticks ever closer. Time goes faster and slower, Bending Life to it's will. And no one ever notices just how much time passes. Mountains crumble into dust, Seas rise and swallow the Earth. Time continues, Counting towards the End. Time is forever patient, It has existed since the Beginning. And it will only end, At the End But truly, There is no need to despair. Time has not yet arrived there. The children are still young, The trees have yet to grow. The mountains are not dust, And the seas are still low. But beware, Time is ticking, And it has only one place to go. What do you think about this? Comment below!