…I know if I didn't leave
my Bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison- Nelson Mandela
My Offspring have worn a false identity
We have become a slave to our own minds; we shall live with
this tragedy
You have veiled your hearts with hate against your brothers,
I loved even my enemies
If freedom means cutlasses, guns and fire… Let it burn my
legacies to ashes!
They were not dictators, they helped in our sovereignty
You have seen freedom as exterminating your own brothers that
threatens your economic strength
Where did you learn from; who didn't teach you about love
and forgiveness?
If freedom means cutlasses, guns and fire… Let it burn my
legacies to ashes!
Who amongst you have had more reasons to hate than the
fighters of our freedom; yet we forgave!
We loved…it was the true identity which our foundations were
built on; shame to how you behave
Freedom is far from
your hearts if you dance to chants of war that uproots your history.
If freedom means cutlasses, guns and fire… Let it burn my
legacies to ashes!
Rulers stole our values, Presidents mute their heart to these
Mourners light the candles, you have ignored the last bishop
preach
Stand firm against xenophobia- our new found synonym; our
history has been mocked by our children
If freedom means cutlasses, guns and fire… Let it burn my
legacies to ashes!
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