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,
Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015
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