to many that don't care that i write
that i have this gift of words that i can't fight in my mind
Rhymes so appealing, mind stealing,creating a feeling like no other

writing uncontrollably my hands are stained with pain that I
soon gain to be sane to write
i fight for the right to speak freely but only me can feel me deep within me
this chamber where i hold many thoughts
thoughts of like, of others, New children and there mothers
thoughts of passion, pain and the world full of lovers
as i hind scared under the covers
i am stubborn to my passion
all mixed and crashing flashing like slashing bashing through this world of war imprisoned in this pain i lure to cure like i am chained to a cold floor not being able to move
locked in this jail i call home
alone not being able to explore weakened and poor from the use of my legs
as my mind cries and begs
freedom where has it all gone
prisoners fight alone cloned to battle and leave life behind searching but death is all they find

am i imagining all i saw on t.v
can it be that we fight to be free
yet they are still controlled as we see
being heroic just be living
when we are the ones who should be giving and them receiveing
leaving them all back
it is freedom this world lacks

.....We see a war won, but the war has just begun...