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Occasional Poetry

A cry For Freedom

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.

I hope that deep within we all heal from the past

Today is the commemoration of the 185th anniversary of the abolition of slavery in Mauritius; and nothing is better than a poem as to celebrate freedom.

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Occasional Poetry

Skinlike Hooves – Poetry

Today Mauritius is celebrating the 184th anniversary of the abolition of slavery

And to stamp this day with my own words, I have decided to write a poem concerning all kind of captivity – particularly those that are still going on these days.

To get the necessary inspiration, I’ve plunged myself into the personality of someone that has once gone through captivity, oppression, and hits – mingled with pieces of past-times slavery.

I have written these lines today, and in a great haste. I do hope that it turned out as being a poem filled of hope, and not of hatred.

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The hands that strikes are weak, while the one taking the blows is strong. That is what I have tried to convey through these lines.

Skinlike Hooves

Enslavers 
Can you hear us
Hidden at dusk
On a mournful soil
Dustied of marooned blood 
We dance to your songs
And breath spiteful air
We soar into your atmosphere
And thicken the skin
That cloth our bones

Enslavers
Can you hear me
Look at the scars 
You’ve inflicted
To my skin
I wear them like jewelries
That ornate my strong body
Like tattoos of guerrillas
Making me fierce and proud
Amongst all the mightiest of this world

Enslavers
Can you hear me
You have unrooted my soul
From the depth of my core
Hardening my will
Strengthening my bones
Thickening my skin like hooves

Thus enslavers
Since you’ve showed us
Captivity
Since you’ve showed us
The power of a master
I am now a soul set free 
A master to my own
With a body as strong 
As the crust of this earth.

-Eiravel-