Freedom washed with tears rinsed by blood, <br />dried with heat of love from one’s heart, <br />some unknown, but alone they’re not, <br />to reap grounds where lilies once sprout. <br /> <br />Imperious pledge made by mightiest, <br />lies and deceits bloats their bellies, <br />of power themselves they hungered, <br />with much control they maneuvered. <br /> <br />Captured the air of truth they did, <br />slashed bodies with thorny whip, <br />a voice imprisoned, acts suppressed, <br />some lost of lives being disguised. <br /> <br />What sort of pain conflict inflicts? <br />not for privileged, not for rich <br />but them lowly impoverished, <br />all subdued by envy and greed. <br /> <br />Struggling to free oneself from sea <br />of cheats that drowned humanity, <br />fastened by metal links instead, <br />when compassion the needy begged. <br /> <br />Weeps behind unhealing worry, <br />chain restraints moral propriety, <br />crumpled dirt poor like you and me, <br />somber face cries reality. <br /> <br />Common cause together some strode, <br />foot in-front the other that’s bold, <br />trying to mend broken spirits, <br />holding not but pair of clenched fists. <br /> <br />Wearing stained, disgraced emotions, <br />some unmasked hidden oppressions, <br />undying hope screams from inside, <br />crossing the road of pure unjust. <br /> <br />The tears and sweats all mixed with grief, <br />they all gathered with one belief, <br />for their rights, stood to win the fight, <br />to survive from the twisted life. <br /> <br />Freedom sought never come handy, <br />it’s a journey and ride isn’t free, <br />tracks embed to eternity, <br />beneath the heat of slavery.<br /><br />dee geyrozaga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clenched-fists-2/
