Will Freedom Be Free?

Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled
in the school
Of hard
knocks.
He
doesn’t know about the university
But
knows the rules of the universe.
 
All
he knows about democracy
What
Clara has said to him.
And
again he has seen the people vote
And
has observed Presidents take oath.
 
Freedom was all hopeful one day
When Clara told
Him
to hold
On,
because most of the African Leaders
Have
studied the universe
In
the best universities.
 
Yes
we can hold on as the world
Becomes
a better place
He
said with high hopes
Of
an ignorant youth.
 
Freedom heard about Harvard, Stanford
Leeds and so on for the first time
And
nodded his head with a big smile.
 
Freedom was so disappointed
One day
When
a debate on TV
Proved
that the leaders
Are
taking Orders
From
the out side.
 
It
sounded like a fiction to him
Freedom went wild on the streets
Asking
about his chances in life
As
an African youth twenty
One
and growing.
 
Mr.
President.
Where
were you When your
Comrades
Overseas were
Achieving
for their people?
Oxford, Harvard or Leeds?
I
hear they are the best in the world
Why
can't you save the people from
The
hustles?
Why
can’t you ease the frustration
And
desperations of the youth?
 
 Freedom pulled up his big baggies,
And stood looking at sign post
That
read ‘Poverty Reduction,’
He
perched by a kiosk and continued
 
“You
pronounce honors and value,
In
your speech, you sounded deep
But
talk is cheap.
You
insisted on intelligence.
But
our institution can't produce a thing,
What
a sad system?
Freedom turned around angry with
himself
 
 Is it truly
Controlled
from the outside?
Is
it that bad that even the food seller
Can't
afford three square meals?
 
This
doesn’t sound real to me?
Would you please answer me
Mr.
President?
Freedom’s Rage
Was  big for his age.
.
Freedom continued.
We can’t figure what you learnt
In
school. Or is it just a brain wash camp?
I am
not sure about your,
Honors,
cheated in exams huh?
 
Freedom sounded so rude that
I
assumed 
he
might have been  jailed
Before.
 He certainly felt very failed
And
disappointment was
All over his face.
 
Would
you jail, bail or hail
Freedom if you were the
President?
 
Would
you cool him
And
help enroll him
 In school or leave
Him
to rot in jail
Without
bail?
 
Freedom has lost his cool
He has been out of school
For
some time now, he roams
The
street to find a home
In
prison with or without reason
Will
Freedom ever be free?

Despair of a Displace Person series