I Know Not Freedom
I have no freedom!
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call God to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked
and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
I purified my eyes with relic poems,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been,
But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth and tilted theories!
I sing soullessly my withered song with fair hope,
A song that beats back the pain buried beneath my opaque
scars,
hope dries up like the skin of tribal drums!
I have no freedom!
Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2014
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