Freedom comes at a dread price,
Those who peddle it are the offspring of vice,
Slavery is what is often at the market sold,
It is "Freedom" we are by these sellers told,
All over our vast globe
All the mongers sit and spit on our souls,
Everywhere everyone is consumed by hatred
Nothing anymore is scared,
Our world is violently pillaged and raked,
Peace, when will it awake?



©Rangzeb Hussain