A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I pulled the roots from the earth,

And emerged with my legs cut,

My sobbing voice still cries out,

In an attempt to see them bound.

By a magical and fragile thread,

Unravelled in an eternal way,

In an imaginary carousel,

Swaying in the winter mist.

Without betraying the child's gaze,

That stayed with childhood trapped,

Waiting for a magical candle,

To finally extinguish in sadness.

And may the fallen tears,

Water the dry and cold earth,

So that never again, in lives,

Hope dies in agony.

Let no more children be born

With the notion of amputated legs,

So they can run free and whole,

Without carrying silenced pains.

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