Does freedom have a smell Can it’s odour be detected Or is it clean and odour free Something that you only feel A thing that’s indivisible The heart and soul of a people Who are bold and proud and free


The tears run down Washing away uncertainty In rivulets of combined droplets Running gently down her cheek Knowing there is no retreat No going back to as before Like fragile waves upon the shore Salt laden with a sense of grief A soul now rent and bereft The certainty of knowing This is death There…Read more »