Poetry

Sunday, 2 March 2025

Freedom's train

 I travelled on a train heading west

Through the country that I loved the best


Every city we seemed to pass

the lights went out like the last

It was all same on the train

Oh liberty was its name


So come on and get on board

This train carries rich and poor

You don't even need to know its name

Just wait on on the platform for Freedom's train


I'm looking out of the window

And the country is falling into shadow

The carriage light is all that remains

Shining across the land like a flame


And in each city the same story's told

Of the fight for land, glory and gold

And the frontiers have always changed

But you can travel to the coast

And see the sea and drink your toast

To a land whose face you've rearranged


Everybody is trying to win

What they felt they'd lost to begin

But nobody can hear the spirit sing

And if this train can ring a bell

And people can walk free from hell

Then let's hear the whistle blow once again

For it's time to get on board the liberty train


Yes, this train is leaving soon

It's got to travel by the moon

Because the restless riders don't want it to stop

In case the bandits try and hold it up

If you see freedom in the light of day

You may wish this train would stay

But this train keeps rolling right on through 

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