This peom represents the poor people stuck as hostages in Iraq. I'm not good at poems so don't expect anything
FREE
Stuck in the darkest hell
Never sleeping, never eating
Waiting to hear heavens bell
Just wanting to be free
Alone in the night
The mist of death lurks
Screaming in fright
Wishing to be free
The light blinds my eyes
Floating up to heavens gate
Dancing through the skies
I am now free
