Freedom

I look up at the stars,
And they look back at me.
Sitting up on this roof,
You can see the whole world.
It is then I hear a voice.
A voice telling me,
That the entire World,
Should be free.
Free from hunger,
Free from disease.
There should be no slaves,
No poverty, and what we call,
Third world countries.
Now I'm just a concerned
Person, wishing everyone the best,
And hoping that at one time,
We all will be free.