A cry For Freedom

A Cry For Freedom (I hope that deep within we all heal from the past)

Amongst the trees they ran

Thirsty for freedom, the liberation

Better to die rather than

To live like an animal in ruination

Their chains rattle against the ground

While their heart tremble with the fear

That they might be found by the hounds,

So they run for their lives like a deer

Searching for that place they once dreamt;

There where their cry for freedom

Would finally come to the end of a theme

And there where their merry heart filled with rum

Will be forever unchained from slavery

They’ll never again remember where their home is –

It’s lost under a pile of tragedies

Where they used to gather to sing to dance

It’s lost within heartaches and abomination

All the remembrances forgotten with whips

And where everywhere is a forest that kills –

A heartfelt feeling of an ablation

It’s so far now, the cry for freedom

Still, a historical past to ponder on.

Published by Eiravel

Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.

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