Price of Freedom
Our Freedom was bought at a price
Slaughtering Of the innocent paved our
streets in blood.
The carcases of our beloved fertilised our ambitions
Nurturing the growth of our consciences
And as for their future, fantasies of long ago.
Is it not still written in your eyes
or sealed in those hands of purity,
your feet pure and without the blisters of
discrimination.
While you were feeding and growing
strong from the unadulterated milk of truth.
Reason itself was to safeguardyou.
Put your bonds in better straits.
While it was that you were herding sheep,
the sons of a better future saw it wise to herd time
itself to a peaceful era.
Yes indeed, do not think that the water you
drink now is of known origins.
It is indeed blood from the yester-years,
the sources of which are not made clear,
except to say,
that they put life back into the ambitious
heart.
We sleep on a bed of bones ground by the
mills of our oppressors and yet we sleep at
ease.
In our minds now set is a blueprint of
a wayward peace, a land too far to see and
too close to dream.
A land not bound by
sea or gravity or the laws within men's
comprehension.
This Freedom was bought for the slave
and the master.
That the little stag might indeed Tower
to the glorious future
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2013
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