Free In Chains.

By Anam. Esther

Seeking the hope we want, 

If we lie still, we die still

We can’t find our dreams, so we begin to sink

Can’t deny life is worth much trouble

But I’d be damned if I do not struggle

Our hopes all dashed and the truths, all lies

The future for the younger generation

Can’t be seen, so we begin to scream!

Freedom this, freedom that

 But where is the freedom we seek

Somewhere not far away they say

I hope my prayers one day would be answered

And the comfort I seek would be served to me on a golden plate.

Shall I say I’m singing the ‘BABALU’ song?

The one that never exist

With a world like mine

That damns the sweetest song anyone sings

Not with arms, but with the words

That slices faster than a knife

How can we say we are free!

When all we see is bondage

We shall never cross that bridge

That links us to the promise land

Except we decide to let our soul free

Am hungry for freedom

But my master won’t feed me

So I say to myself, be strong.