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This World Was Meant to Be Free ~ a Poem About Freedom

John is a freelance writer, ghost-writer, storyteller, and poet. He always tries to include a message or social commentary in his writing

Parachutes, paragliders: Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay

Parachutes, paragliders: Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay

Freedom: Word Prompts Help Creativity ~ Week 29

Fellow poet and writer, Brenda Arledge, kindly provides a word prompt every week that I, like many others, eagerly await. However, I just realised that I had failed to write a response to Brenda's 'Word Prompts Help Creativity ~ Week 29: Freedom.' I was either too busy at the time with other things or my muse just wasn't feeling inspired, but they always say it's better late than never, so I finally wrote something to suit the prompt.

* actually I had responded to this prompt by resurrecting one of my older poems 'The Circus Lion.' I had totally forgotten that until my friend Misbah kindly pointed it out. Oh well, another article in response won't hurt will it?

Of course, the fact that we are unable to receive comments at the moment made me pause and think twice about publishing this, but I decided to do it anyway. It would be appreciated if any reader who feels compelled to comment would do so via email. Thank you in advance.

Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.

— Mahatma Gandhi

Lonely street/alley: Image by Dale Forbes from Pixabay

Lonely street/alley: Image by Dale Forbes from Pixabay

This World Was Meant to Be Free

Through these lonely streets, I wander,

This was once a bustling town.

Lights in the windows are faded,

And there is barely a sound.

No one ventures out after dark,

Only a rebel like me.

Restrictions enforced by a curfew,

But this world was meant to be free.


A mangy dog in an alley

Scavenges to stay alive.

Just like the vagrants and homeless,

Instinct helps it to survive.

Why do I disobey lock-downs?

A question that‘s asked of me.

I know these laws are made to protect,

But this world was meant to be free.


The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.

— Aung San Suu Kyi

The sign on the door says “OPEN,”

As I push it slides to one side.

The inviting aroma of coffee-

A smell you just cannot hide.

Taking a seat at a table

I order a pot of black tea.

This cafe risks being shut down,

But this world was meant to be free.


The owner sits down beside me,

We exchange friendly chit-chat.

He looks forward to my custom,

There isn’t enough of that.

We discuss the situation,

And answers are not clear to see.

All the borders and airways are closed,

But this world was meant to be free.


It’s time to lift the restrictions,

Let life return, as it must.

You can’t just shut down forever,

In common sense we should trust.

Let fate run its natural course

And say, “What will be will be.”

Or we’ll stay trapped like birds in a cage,

But this world was meant to be free.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

— Charlotte Bronte

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels

A Haiku

Sing your song of woe

Bird within a gilded cage

Fly away, be free

Freedom lies in being bold.

— Robert Frost

FREEDOM ~ an Acrostic Poem

Fear, not the chains that may bind you

Rebel against all unfair laws

Escape from unlawful confinement

Emerge from your prison with hope

Defeat those who try to suppress you

Only those without sin should throw stones

Make the most of the freedoms you have


Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

© 2021 John Hansen

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