Inner Liberty
We, the freeborn, born to be free,
Yet shackled by chains of mental slavery,
We sought knowledge in hallowed halls of learning,
But found ourselves lost in labyrinths of yearning.
Western wisdom wooed us with siren's call,
Luring us from our heritage, our ancestral wall,
Intuitive analysis, a double-edged sword,
Cutting through certainties, leaving us scarred and poor.
We thought education's light would set us free,
But depression's dark wings enveloped humanity,
Graduation's promise, a mirage on the horizon's frame,
Our certificates, mere paper, unable to reclaim.
We sought solace in places of worship's sacred space,
But found confusion's veil, obscuring the divine face,
Religious leaders, twisting truth to suit their creed,
Leaving us lost, in a wilderness of doubt and need.
But still we yearn, for freedom's elusive dream,
To break the chains, that bind our inner scheme,
To rise above, the noise, the pain, the fear,
To find the freedom, that only our hearts can hear.
For true freedom lies, not in external chains,
But in the inner mind, where our deepest selves remain,
It's a journey inward, through the labyrinth of our soul,
To confront the shadows, and make our hearts whole.
Copyright ©
Philip Abayomi Olorunfemi
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