TRUE DEFINITION OF FREEDOM
You came to an African’s mind,
Narrated new novels so should I be blind,
But freedom you lied.
You lied about my history as an African creature,
You said he who has fought has won
But freedom I see non
Like a wild animal, democracy is just a name but flesh I see non
Spoken about like a giant demon in heaven.
Freedom
A fiction
Africa is no-more.
Preys are instinct.
A predator hunts a predator for its survival.
Like Sharpeville shooting, blood is an ocean.
A surface of Vaal.
Tears are red like melting lipstick.
Fears are heard from that bleeding peace we seek.
One punch on the tip of Africa’s nose left the whole body bleeding, weak and sick.
Democracy
A demon
Africa is no-more.
The freedom we speak is the freedom we seek,
Freedom of speech is never a freedom of being free, but freedom of relief and permanent hope in the coming leaders.
And the sickness is killing our brothers and sisters.
I gazed harder than the sun,
Watching the performance of life in my father’s son,
And the reproduction of life peals my skin off,
Leaving only my soul to be fluent in my pain when I caught,
Freedom would have arisen if it could walk.
Freedom
A disease
Africa is no-more.
This poem was published by FORMALITY from A.S.I (AFRICAN SOCIALIST INTERNATIONAL).
If freedom was a human being
