Freedom

Freedom

If you see Freedom,

Tell him to check himself into the nearest police station.

The world has been eagerly waiting for him to come;

For he’s the eternal longing of all nations.

 

Someone called to say they saw him,

Giving people jobs, then taxing them to death.

Ripping them off bit by bit till nothing was left;

I said ‘twas not Freedom; ‘twas his evil twin.

 

Another said he saw Freedom,

In Libyan skies dropping from NATO bombs,

But few years after buying the democracy America sold;

There’s hardship in the land for young and old.

 

In 2011, some said they saw Freedom in Nigeria,

Hoisting party flags with promises of a new era,

But today he’s dancing in Kano and campaigning in Nigerian slums;

Saying he doesn’t give a damn if Baga burns.

 

I was told Freedom visited South Africa,

Ended apartheid and freed Mandela,

Years after, apartheid is gone, but Freedom does not ring;

They say it’s because we are still tied to the West’s apron string.

 

Someone in Washington said he saw Freedom,

Giving orders and taking the world for a ride.

He said ‘twas he; I said ‘twas not;

And when I looked, ‘twas his look alike.



2 thoughts on “Freedom” by James Ogunjimi (@Hullerj)

  1. @HULLERJ. Lovely poem with an important message. Can’t wait for the day the real freedom decides to show up.

  2. In the world of today freedom has become a farce. Sad, wish I could ask Mandela what the real Freedom looks like. Cos it’s present look-alike is only a euphemism for oppression. Thumps up!

    Keep on writing.

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