I long to see the daylight,
The beautiful sunrise,
Cos forever in the dark I am cast,
Though they the say to us that,
We are born to serve,
And they are born to rule,
I long for waves,
And all I get is whip,
I long to hear the birds sing,
And all I get is to watch my brothers cry,
To my oppressors,
I prefer a dangerous freedom,
Over a peaceful slavery.
We were born free,
And freedom I will be,
I long to fly over skies,
I long to chant freedom,
I long to be called freeman,
For my root; I do not know,
Our traditions and culture; I have forgotten,
I long to be proud of my identity,
I long to have friends and family,
I long to have a job,
I long to be happy,
I long to feel safe,
I long…to be free
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Good to see you posting. Thank you for all the likes! Enjoy your weekend.
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Yep and you?
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Fabulous post
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Nice poem. I thought days of slavery is long gone. But we are still slaves to our habits and our addictions. But that is somewhat by choice.
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Yes dear, this post is not for a particular group, it goes in 3 stages –
To the individual: we are slave to the people we call our own, and lonely for being around they people that call us wake.
To the continent: European countries are free, American countries are free, the Asian countries are free, but African countries aren’t. Now they aren’t slaves to Their colonial masters, but their kind.
To the world : lets learn to be kind.
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That’s really an amazing postπ
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Thank you so much darling
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Your posts are fantastic. So much life in them and what life should be for ALL of us
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ππ thank you darling
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Absolutely beautiful, powerful and eloquent!
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Thanks for the link but remember, I will continue reading your blogpost
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Thank you!
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