Freedom
We were born
In captivity and bondage
And we go through life
Feeling like a hostage
We dont know what to do
With all this strife
We look for ways to end it
Wielding a handgun and a knife
But there is a message
Clear like the ocean waves
About a Man so explicit
You couldnt miss it
His name is Jesus
And He came
So that we may have freedom
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TheGentlemanPoet
I am 20 years old and I am short with reddish brown hair. I love to write and read poetry and its always been a passion for me. I express how I feel through my words and really this is the only way I can. (Just a little note, I had a previous account that I deleted so a lot of my poems might be recognized by some of you.)
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