Personal Freedoms

PERSONAL FREEDOMS

By Shreefal Mehta 27 Mar 2020

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/H0SVfRzl5zI

Free-dom is mine I am free under this skydome

Personal freedoms we all hold dear but with me your freedom ends here

Step back don’t come near

Free to be - whatever on tv I see?

Free to act out - challenges on tik tok ?

Freedom to choose whatever is my muse

I can go far and near as long as your space I keep clear

Your freedom to light up a smoke - ends when it makes me choke

What freedom is it to hold and compare? Freedom is to not grab but share

Can we meet on the same line ? Your freedom is yours and mine mine

Listen to your heart - we are not apart,

If your free choice is also my voice.

Your coin is tails and mine is heads

Your light is my shadow and my light your shadow.

Free will is choice to make with one voice

Not a shout not a whisper, but a song like that from a vesper

Our freedoms are of no use if others rights they refuse

What is duty and what is right you’ve got to see freedom in the right light…

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