Express it <br />The plasticity of the new freedom, <br />The naiveté on your face, <br />Everything is not a silk skin <br />On thin legs, <br />O! you holder of the black thick hair, <br />Why is your eyes not emitting fire, <br />Where would the softness of your silks, <br />Be the hardness of chains. <br /> <br />I kiss life as I drink blood, <br />I roll on stones and am put to fire, <br />Your sons had the killing grace, <br />Of martyrs. <br /> <br />Of my burning desires destined to nothingness, <br />Are you a thing? <br />Truly you are the new freedom <br />Truly you are the new captivity.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-nights-ix-the-new-freedom/
