A freedom cry

Nada Amine Awar

People who care
Are always there
They come and go
To plant to grow
Hope for the captive
To break free and active
Active indeed
Is every seed
Irrigated by
A freedom cry
The seed is a tree
That will always be
Raining kernels down
In every town
Transported by birds
Moving towards
A global deed
Liberating every breed