Freedom

Sopranic echoes of silence Aggravate the complications of my bitterness The high-pitched voice of muteness Pricks the inner wound covering my tears which will only dry when freedom is freed. A whirlwind and fragment Of thoughts entirely flummoxes my conscience When I imagine hand-cuffed and leg-ironed freeom: Freedom behind bars! They fought for freedom Were awarded freedom Celebrated, dined and wined for and with freedom Yet when freedom uttered her free thoughts, Parardoxically they frantically slapped freedom in the face And silenced her by a battery of diabolic statutes. The inspired voice of freedom now speaks in silence Visiting in my dreams like an ancestral instruction I hear sopranic echoes of silence Aggravating the complications of my bitterness. The high-pitched voice of muteness Pricking the innerwound Which will omly heal and dry when freedom is freed.