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ISSUE NO. 18

January 2026

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Poetry

All Men Love Freedom!

By

Bukks

Bukks writes from a prison in VIC.

Willy Pleasance

All men love their freedom, and the freedom they do take

Freedom can be lost, by making many mistakes

Don't take freedom for granted, as they may take it away

Prisons were invented, just to make a young man pay

All men love their freedom, but are they prepared to fight

Freedom can be taken, but that doesn't make it right

Fighting for your freedom, is what all men need to do

Freedom’s for the many, but fighting for it's for the few

All men love their freedom, but my freedom it is gone

Freedom’s for the free, but they built prisons for the con

Don't take freedom for granted, when for many freedom’s lost

Always be careful who you trust, for I was double-crossed

Freedom can be taken, and freedom can be fought

Freedom can be given up, and freedom can be taught

Some have lost their freedom; they didn't know what it was worth

Freedom should be given now, to every man on Earth

All men love their freedom, but there's pain in some men's heart

When they get no love from others, off to prison they depart

All men love their freedom, but sometimes freedom’s not enough

Some men, they have nothing, sometimes life is just too tough

All men love their freedom, but there's some who love it not

Dictators and kings, who sometimes like to scheme and plot

If they take your land away, then fight to get them back

For freedom is a reason to riot and ransack

All men love their freedom, but some just don't know what it is

From too much time in prisons, he forgets it was once his

Without the taste of freedom, of which they are depraved

They respond the only way they know, it's why they misbehaved

All men love their freedom, just try to make them remember

Spending time with families, on the day that's in December

All men love their freedom, so I miss my freedom very much

I miss the unlimited choices, and I miss the woman's touch.

So much time in prison, where the time has been misspent

I was thus found guilty, so I am not innocent.

Freedom’s for the winners, prison’s for losers of the game

I have lost so much now, and yes, I know I am to blame.

All men love their freedom, and that is including me,

In prison I remain right now, I'll see you when I'm free!

All men love their freedom, and the freedom they do take

Freedom can be lost, by making many mistakes

Don't take freedom for granted, as they may take it away

Prisons were invented, just to make a young man pay

All men love their freedom, but are they prepared to fight

Freedom can be taken, but that doesn't make it right

Fighting for your freedom, is what all men need to do

Freedom’s for the many, but fighting for it's for the few

All men love their freedom, but my freedom it is gone

Freedom’s for the free, but they built prisons for the con

Don't take freedom for granted, when for many freedom’s lost

Always be careful who you trust, for I was double-crossed

Freedom can be taken, and freedom can be fought

Freedom can be given up, and freedom can be taught

Some have lost their freedom; they didn't know what it was worth

Freedom should be given now, to every man on Earth

All men love their freedom, but there's pain in some men's heart

When they get no love from others, off to prison they depart

All men love their freedom, but sometimes freedom’s not enough

Some men, they have nothing, sometimes life is just too tough

All men love their freedom, but there's some who love it not

Dictators and kings, who sometimes like to scheme and plot

If they take your land away, then fight to get them back

For freedom is a reason to riot and ransack

All men love their freedom, but some just don't know what it is

From too much time in prisons, he forgets it was once his

Without the taste of freedom, of which they are depraved

They respond the only way they know, it's why they misbehaved

All men love their freedom, just try to make them remember

Spending time with families, on the day that's in December

All men love their freedom, so I miss my freedom very much

I miss the unlimited choices, and I miss the woman's touch.

So much time in prison, where the time has been misspent

I was thus found guilty, so I am not innocent.

Freedom’s for the winners, prison’s for losers of the game

I have lost so much now, and yes, I know I am to blame.

All men love their freedom, and that is including me,

In prison I remain right now, I'll see you when I'm free!

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