Sound Of Freedom

 Sound Of Freedom

🪘 Drumming sound you can here from afar sending out message Freedom to live.

Big as black cat eyes are scary in the  night, filled without hope.

No more tears left when you know you're the one beating the drum, praying silently something can be done.

Looking around you see your not only one, trying to hide inside darkness behind your own shadow not wanting to face your doom.

Cold , Hungary scars for life.

Felt his hands gripping you tight.

Squeezing you as he lay down on his fat blubber he called a belly.

Sweat upon pure innocence skin ,to young to fight , knowing you have no way to win.

Close your eyes think of home

Pretend no one else is hear only beats of drumming tone

Telling you Freedom is soon near.

Heart pounding faster than hands can pound sound.

Only hope you want is for it to 🛑 stop.

Pain ripping through soft voice of hate wishing ," please god , come take me to Heaven 's gate,"

He leaves you with red eyes as he laughs at your cries.

Tugs your tangled hair pulls it back with a dirty masked stare.

Tickle's behind your ear bends to whisper, there is no way out of here.

Inspired by film children trafficking.

Annie Mitchell

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