Burden of Freedom
Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?
To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If we roar, will we be heard
Or silenced, gunned down?
So, are we truly free?
Do we really have a choice?
Without fate, without faith,
Freedom is a dilemma.
Right or wrong
A choice must be made,
Even choosing nothing,
It still a choice,
In a flash,the Rubicon is crossed,
Are we really free?
Or still to be?.
Copyright © Njabulo Madela | Year Posted 2025
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