“Who knew that through liberation would come greater chains of oppression.”
Dark cell, no light, no life no sound except the silence
Cries of lies and the plea that dies call you like sirens
Are you, are you, are you you? Like David in a cave let
the white guard keep his Saul and cloak- freedom will come.
Robben Island, see the sea, like this bird he was small
yet his voice you can still hear its call and thrall through the ages
Just a man, Mandela, his prison was his freedom,
a jail without doors, walls and keys- is called the mind,
Generations were freed with an open mind.
When he became king, I was born in the winter of ’94
birthed on the conception of freedom, heiress to a legacy from before
Now I stand small years later, in the place where a
man could only dream and aspire for the open air
Touching walls, scratched, tallied, grimed and lined
It flows through me, heartbeats and a slow drip drip beat of the
running of distant waters, echoed by the clashing seas
I’m back in time; “what do you aspire to be?”
Revolutionary like a hero of mine.
but who knew that through liberation would come greater chains of oppression when more and more each day forget that freedom exists for all.