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One voice

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Anna-Viktoria

Published: Apr 3, 2012

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One voice requesting freedom,
One voice screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
we want, but never reached.

Unite, you bleeding soldiers,
Unite, and fight as one!
Share your hopes for better times,
One voice, to end the war!

Stand up, unlucky prisoners,
Stand up, and join your hands.
Reach out towards the light outside:
One voice, one group, for liberty!

Rise, mistreated children,
Stand on your own two feet!
Team up with those who wish you well,
One voice, cry out for justice!

One voice, requesting freedom,
One voice, screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
We want, AND WILL NOW REACH!

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The second English poem I ever wrote! YAY!
I'm proud of it...

Hope you like it! Please comment!

Here's the link to other peoms I wrote:
Truth and Lies: [link]
Invisible Child: [link]
Hero: [link]
Masks: [link]
Perfect: [link]