Freedom, a poem written by Robin McNamara at


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written by: Robin McNamara



The freedom of my world.
Scorned by the settled set.
Despair and hope in the same day.

The freedom of my words,
Depend on the silence of my conscience,
Which sometimes screams with doubt.

The freedom of the ideas in my mind,
Is by the flow of the ink writing my history,
As I try to find my way along.

And the freedom of my life,
Depends upon the written word,
Accepted by the wicked world.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.
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