I Am A Poet, My Thoughts Are Free

Tevfik Fikret

I expect no gifts from any, nor beg for wing or feather
In my own sky, in my own heavens, on my own I soar
To bow beneath slavery's collar weighs heavy on my neck
I'm a poet, my thoughts are free, wisdom free, conscience free



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  • miguelkeene89

    WOW, THIS POEM REALLY HIT ME DEEP!