FREEDOM

(On this new ground...)

We are swallowed,
By a brand new curse,
Dressed in the costumes of ego,
Trying to break us away from the roots that holds us.

Tag along,
Sons and daughters of freedom.
Walk with me through this corridors
Of sackclothes and ashes.

These paths of Nineveh,
Has strained hearts
And trained wraths
To fight for superiority.

Perhaps we may reach our goals,
When intense music of trouble,
Blares like clashes of shields and armour.
Perhaps we may get lost.

I fear for us all,
Life is too short,
And freedom is even shorter,
Yet we split hair on this new ground.

Clever! Clever folks we are,
At twisting the good for personal gain,
Aren't we tools unto ourselves,
Like a Lion's pride ruled by its claws.

We must save us
From our self made free-doom.
We have a long way come,
And this creed is ours to make right.

Ours alone!

#El_Magnifico™