Lathitha is a new online writer who has a strong passion for poetry
Freedom, or is it?
I stand outside wind gently stroking my face so much better than being stuck inside what a country to embrace I look around the waning moon reflects on me the snickering night sound what sadness I see Drunk men trashing their wives cars Sad children having tears for supper The overflowing township bars Causing sadness in their families' eyes Having a couple of cents in their pockets? Smoking their lives away In hope to get rid of their misery Although, We preach that we are free claiming that this is freedom but, Is it?
© 2020 Lathitha
Lorna Lamon on January 13, 2020:
Such an emotional and thought provoking poem Lathitha and you have summed up the hopelessness of the situation very well. Beautifully expressive.