Liberation

LIBERATION I am still in chains Slavery, colonialize and apartheid Are words you do not want to associate yourself with.. I know you have been emotionally stimulated that you are free Just illusions, you are still in handcuffs, shackles in your ankles Meaning-mentally, emotionally and spiritually incapacitated You are at liberty to walk and speak but still slaveries Because you are mentally dysfunctional – Liberation only feeds those that are mentally liberated-so you still a vagabond Honestly freedom starts in in your mind and spirit As the man thinks in his heart so is he - yes freedom I speak to real people-uncover your fake masks I was trapped for days – FREEDOM was hidden behind a closed door Thinking it was locked and never really opened the doors to my freedom Country finally free but people still in bondage – we still buying people Slavery never left us, 20-50 000, 100 million countless, These were not numbers; there were souls that we dealt with 25 years of FREEDOM, the NAMIB is independent Promise that a moment of pain is worthy a lifetime of glory The joy come in the morning-just fight your way through the night Keep on, keeping on –because his presence gave hope, his purpose gave direction His commitment gave FREEDOM and his death gave life They fought through the night - we ran through the days We matched through the hours –crossed the finished line The NAMIB STILLMADE IT…. The journey to land of FREEDOM was such a painful one Were like a women in a delivery room fighting through pain To deliver a baby called FREEDOM- we never stopped pushing out a life Our dream of independence inspite of injustices and hindrances Which we were painted with–we almost fated with it, We were unfairly denigrated- our dear peace was murdered in cold blood And was reduced to ashes, our rights contracted a diseases called SLAVERY Because we had unprotected faith in people we thought were brothers They were dressed in RACISM – our freedom was laying dead on our soil Our blood was shade, running out like running waters They killed many of us in our land But they could not kill the dream to LEBERATION The stomach of our immersions become so hungry for peace The dead bodies of our brothers declared victory The blood transmitted the information into our hearts- We were rejuvenated within Bruise and broken, we went on the chase for LIBERATION Which costed BLOOD NOT BREAD – FIGHT NOT Freight Our independence was not a gift or a favor from the colonist - But our right We were not granted- but we earned it, we paid for it, we suffered for it,