|Freedom! Freedom! I can’t move
Freedom, cut me
loose!
Freedom! Freedom!
Where are you?
‘Cause I need freedom
too! |
(Freedom-Lemonade-Beyonce)
You speak of freedom. Eternal life. Life everlasting.
But we suffer under the whim of our masters. Suffering at their
hands. Perishing like flies. Bodies trembling, begging as though our existence
is without worth. Money is devoured by vipers; my currency is without value. My
children are crying. My brothers are dying. My sisters are trembling.
The earth in my homeland is red, the blood of my people dying, and
dying, and dying some more. We plant hope on this rich land, and evil men rise as
trees planted by the river, strong, ravenous, latching their poisonous teeth
into the lattice of hope holding the nation together.
You pour your spirit into bodies dying like vermin in the
streets. You demand holiness in nations buried in a miasma of corruption. You
speak of abundant life to lives that will neither be nor savour abundance. Born
to traverse this earth as the walking dead to return to dust.
My people are suffering. My people are dying. Where lies our
freedom? It lies in these shaky hands, weary, losing hope whilst desperately
clinging to it. It lies in the hearts of women with visions of change, hearts
of men embracing bravery they do not possess. It lies in You, yet, your
words... your words that bring life, give life, transform life... my people are
dying. My people are struggling. The blood of my brethren deafens my ear. But
it doesn’t reach you.
Death reigns without restraint, its sting shattering hopes,
dreams, expectations. Death & Life coexist on my continent. Death devours. And we are devoured by strongmen. There is life. Abundant life.
But where is our freedom?
|I’m telling these tears, “Go, and
fall away, fall away”
May the last one burn
into flames.
(Freedom-Lemonade-Beyonce)
