This Freedom

We created a dream… A collage of triumphs hoisted high, We spun a misty halo And left brisk utterances hidden inside our pensive sigh They redrew a nexus of sun and doom colluding with inexplicable shadows For our freedom to be whisked away, To await a freshly arching course This freedom sows nothing but an estranged black hole returned to life… and borne anew Unfelt and wielding a people’s wish, turned to ash Confirms a grinding and sapping strife for all, bar the few… A covenant trampled and delivered as doubt It’s meant to flow unhindered but ours is sated Resting to regain its lost breath amid whispers and tears Regains its image to emerge as a fallow truce A seething trust before real freedom brews Words lie broken and promises creased Winter smog mixed with liberated fatigue A cocktail of sweat and pressured peace Leaning on a state of grime imbued with loosened tricks