Voices of Freedom

Smell The Coffee

This poem takes the first letter of each month from January to December. It’s a prayer to use our voices to right all wrongs in the coming year.

Just because
Freedom is like a
Moth that fears no flames
And liberty’s wings flap
More from
Joyful exuberance than
Just uncaged reality- doesn’t mean that
Anger is curled up
Sleeping while injustice sails
Over the nations as they cry
“No more!” with strong voices of the year
Daring it to raise its head once again

© Vivian Zems

Poets United – Year’s End

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