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“You don't know what freedom is; if you
Knew what it was, you would fight for it
With your bare hands" - Heroditus, Greek Historian.


 
The cannon balls flew like comets in front of their faces,
But they feared not; the flame of ushering change
Deep in their souls was much hotter than the cannon balls,
Or even a star that was about to explode.
 
They marched from all sides, like ants heading to their anthills;
They roared with rage, like gladiators entering the coliseum.
 
Change had become inevitable; death became a gateway to immortality
The fear faded away like the morning mist; the subjects reciprocated into masters
Of their own destiny.

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Rebels, at last!
No one can protect that convoy from its fatal blast
 
Counting steps every night, 
Forgetting faces, forgetting the blood shed
Freedom found, through’ burst of glory
Warheads, brave no longer scared
Coping with what is right and wrong; a world, scaring us too long
Profound in their atmospheres, a taste of healing

Up the hill, rejoicing, once more to the sound of victory
Sadden, by the loss of eternal life, beautiful and courageous
A cannonball waiting to be carried home, tonight
A fight for our country, and beliefs, death by the better man
Who else to choose our destiny?


Teddy Kimathi & Poetry Destroyer A, aka Linda

(A Collaboration)

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