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.
Copyright © Robson Shoes Lambada | Year Posted 2008
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