Free? DOOM.A Poem by SiblingThis is a spokenword selection I just wrote out for your reading pleasure.
Am I free?
Am I free? Am I FREE? If so,then what is freedom? Do I live? Do I live? Do I breathe? Or do I inhale the illusion of air That entraps me? While my exhalations are white sighs Sown by seedless, Green trees grown to elevate. My elevated mind is rooted By the evils that stem Within those without, Restraint - who take - Who expect to be given, When all that we're given Is the chance to change Our living conditions. So,am I free? Or am I a slave - To the protection Of that which I have gained, Guarding GOD's blessings Instead of enjoying them? But then again, THEY are the slavemasters. Ruled by criminal desires To not equade - but surpass us. These fiends forcefully take our phones, as if their calling was to be low-lives. High-jackers lack the passion Needed to display their drive - In a positive way. HIV positive Rapists take away the lives of helpless ladies To cover up their despicable deeds. The demon is imported and made to possess The unimportant, Drugs for the teenagers. Drugs for the bornfrees. Drugs that have enslaved us, Rob the bornfrees of their Idyllic Rainbow Nation. STUCK in a place with no IDEAls. © 2014 SiblingAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 13, 2013 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 Tags: things, crime, spokenword AuthorSiblingDurban, KwaZulu Natal, South AfricaAboutMy name is Sibongokuhle Ngcobo. I am an aspiring human being who is vaguely tall, exceedingly dark and occasionally handsome. I believe in good vibrations. Vibe Wimme. more..Writing
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