Freedom

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|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)



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