FreeMan

Freeman
A turbine heart sipping from a mug of serene
A troubled soul sedated with a resuscitative
caffeine
Listen to the mind while it mourns
Self slave, a caged conscience
Trapped in the buds of emotional sense
Relieve brawls in the throats cave and groans
But what is Freedom?
What does it mean to be a free one?
Ask Mandela if he's left with a meaning,
He'd pro'bly right you back 27 versions
Maybe none, if he hadn't stood for his Nation
Or worse, Swahili voices will still be weeping
But like escaped birds
Like a king dreaming on his bed
Awakened like dew in the morning
The slaves in joy, aloud their hearts
They rose to their feet and rolled their mats
Echoes from the gong of liberty Springing
I'm yet to see freedom beyond my door
Not until I see a dine of a prey and it's predator
When we live and abide to no law
When right and wrong doesn't exist
I'll be free to punch my nose with my fist
And pinch my foes with my claws
Freedom is when I'm named a freeman
When I'm seen beyond a black man
When I look at the white man with no flaw
We stare at each other with no stigma of skin
colour
We do not irritate each other like some body
odour
We stand in reverence of all
Above all, freedom isn't being free from a cage
Freedom isn't opening your life's new page
Freedom is a mindset of ones breath of
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