kingdaniel

Path to Freedom

I am stranded unable to walk, talk or speak

I say speak in a language I know

because I have failed to run after air

given the years I am spoiled of the generosity.

We have assumed luck on our side

the world is limitless and beyond our understanding

there is nothing that I can\'t access and am feeling

the weight of the world on my shoulder

who can save me from my prison

I haven\'t seen the light of day or the moon ahead

I have tried to laugh but all is not what it seems.

How long should we wait to gain access to our loved ones?

We can\'t gather to give political speeches and our lot

has denied us our livelihood, honour and respect

we have searched at the hilltops but we are condemned

to have sleepless nights and restless years.

The years have surpassed us and we can\'t get hold of them

We haven\'t come across any compassion and sympathy

I am ruined and marooned on a deserted island I call home

there you will find peace, tranquility and liberty

there is no need of money exchanges and there is rest

My son has brought misery in the land and lived but

for a time, punishment has no power and lies are

a sign of weakness that profoundly deny the truth

the truth is not a compensation for lies and they have lied

and disguised their weakness to reserve good honours

on their crown of pearls and they have feasted forgetting

the war and all imprisoned under your name and mercy

it is a war of words that generate strife and civil war.

We are not comforted by our wine and food, gluttons we are;

together we have found a place we call paradise.