Freedom Freedom, What’s that? Smells like polluted air. Ruthless, careless heir And that’s not fair. Call me crazy but, Freedom, isn’t free? It doesn’t free, It doesn’t heal, It kills, the young And new development of the developing country. < previousnext > People who enjoyed this, also enjoyed: The shopkeeper My Silent dream Who said these are not Golden Ntebelele He denies (denial of the abuser)