Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
So we can dream freely
So we can invent freely
So we can yell freely
So we can enjoy life freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.

Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

caught by surprise... flash !
your face   bleached by the camera
you look like your trying to halt          
                           some base emotion                      
something ticking fiercely                          
               behind that beached expression
a hesitant question molesting                        
           something you couldn't take back
once uttered

if uttered   a destructive spell ?                 
             would it turn us away from you
in revulsion ? would we feel                       
                   too deceived by this mystery
to maintain friendship ?                                
                           maybe we’d astound you
and bond with support and                        
                       understanding ? or maybe
behind it all you hide                                  
              simple disgust for the lot of us ?

 perhaps          i'm being silly                         
          and   you simply chose
                  a poor photo ?

Seriously,
You won’t let me rest
Or sleep?

“No,” says poetry,
“It’s your duty—
Make me be spoken.”

Trust me,
When you spit me out
Into the world,
You’ll feel better.