The Train of Freedom

Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son? Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child? Just how far is the train of freedom from the disabled poet? And just how far are the winds of change from a corrupted nation!? Just how far is the train of freedom from the fields of Waterloo? Just how far is the struggling warrior from the mountain top? Just how long is 365 days 27 times behind bars, I mean, Just how far is freedom from a lonely child at play?... Just how far is peace of mind from the hot desert Afghanistan!? Just how far from the market is the Nigerian widow to her kids— They hope today she has something to eat. Just how far is the satisfaction of a nation From the peak of the Mdzimba mountains From the fountain of the Mantenga falls From the wellness of the proud Sibebe rock? Just how many bullets are left to finish the people of Venezuela? How many bullets must a child in Mozambique have to dodge in order to live? How many drops of water are left in Mali, How many spoons of rice are left in Southern Somalia? Just how far is freedom from the pains of this world?... Not so many miles away; A village or two in between, A walking distance from the station: There lies his tomb.