Question

a poem on the topic the return of freedom of atleast 8lines

Answer 1

Greed has torn off society sparkling wings,
Freedom fleeing the ugliness resides within,
why can't society see desperate conditions?
That humanity is muddled up in.
What is so sweet that life is all about sin?
Without faith return to freedom is incomplete,
Right from wrong we even can't explain,
we miss much and cry too late.
With conscience out of life we can tell,
another person anything that's on our mind,
and know that all nationalities has free will,
till their inept culture is refine.
From sore throat right down into the soul,
New age wants to free man from his pain,
But I see stain windows continue to control,
Redemption on man the things of sin.
That reverberates and goes deep within;
many have not changed their heart,
only changed membership to begin,
where association left blank space to start.
Freedom waits at every mans gate,
Hopes gets closer when a path is bending,
we are possess by the things we hate,
leave only thoughtful prints blown by the wind.

Answer 2

Hey friend, there are two poems below. i hope u will like.

1st poem 

Have you watched, a wild horse frolic free on a grassland,
Or seen how it plays with the rest of the pack?
Have you heard what the feds have proposed for their future
And all for the sake of the funds that they lack?

Have you heard of a gal that’s named Madeleine Pickens, 
The wife of T. Boone, who’s a very rich man?  
With a heart that is bigger than her state of Texas, 
She’s ready to challenge their slaughtering plan.

She’s proposing to purchase a suitable refuge, 
One-hell-of a generous place on a plain. 
With a million-or-more lonely acres to ramble 
Those horses can trust in true freedom again!


2nd poem 

Greed has torn off society sparkling wings, 
Freedom fleeing the ugliness resides within, 
why can't society see desperate conditions? 
That humanity is muddled up in.
What is so sweet that life is all about sin? 
Without faith return to freedom is incomplete, 
Right from wrong we even can't explain, 
we miss much and cry too late.
With conscience out of life we can tell, 
another person anything that's on our mind, 
and know that all nationalities has free will, 
till their inept culture is refine.
From sore throat right down into the soul, 
New age wants to free man from his pain, 
But I see stain windows continue to control, 
Redemption on man the things of sin.
That reverberates and goes deep within; 
many have not changed their heart, 
only changed membership to begin, 
where association left blank space to start.
Freedom waits at every mans gate, 
Hopes gets closer when a path is bending, 
we are possess by the things we hate, 
leave only thoughtful prints blown by the wind.