FREEDOM WILL BE MINE

Darkness in light that is all I see.
A shadow Hidden in between,
Silence, a voice waiting to free.
The air pregnant with intensity
A breath of fresh air,
Freedom free in the air.
The eyes in my mind blinded
Darkness, the only thing visible.
Perhaps it’s the suppression
Or even the oppression.
Days of cold anxiety engulf
Seated close to the fire
But shivering like its already winter
Death looms the air
Blood choking the ground
Gunshots startling ancestors
Smoke clouding the skies
Cries of innocence infinite
Songs barely incoherent
To Freedom we are bound
Behind bars of scars,bleeding wounds
Oozing years of desperation,
Torture, pain and submission
You alone can deliver
From a world of torment
A world paralyzed by hunger, anger and selfish quest
The dead awake to bury the dying
Those alive living only for the battle front.
they fall in numbers,
Overwhelming the battle field.
Freedom, to you we’re bound
If not, then death be it
No more shall we be slaves.
My sword be the judge
Death be my savior
Till then its worlds apart
Life and death one will depart
Mine is imminently close
I can smell its rage and touch velocity
It is the vicinity
So when I finally go
Bury me in my head
So I can put the blame on it
Write on it freedom warrior.
Tell my legend as a tale
Tell it in a thousand ways.
let my name be celebrated
So it can be sung in songs of freedom.

Comments

Unknown said…
Nice Work Man! World of creative minds.
22 August 2013 at 04:25
Unknown said…
Nice Work Man! World of creative minds.
22 August 2013 at 04:27
Henry Thiongo said…
Thanks to you too my dear brother. Cheers to the truth in creativity.
22 August 2013 at 06:00
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