No feeling the pangs of pain in anticipation of tomorrow.
No chains to hold my creativity, no bars of confinement,
No war of words, no dispute, no forced assignment.
Sealed lips arrest words no more, no voices weak,
Legs don’t drag anymore, days don’t look bleak.
Eyes don’t see darkness, Ears don’t hear dissent,
Mind doesn’t moan conscience doesn’t resent.
The air smells sweet again, the sunshine bright,
The wings take position again ready for flight.
Joy I know again, know no more boredom,
The rush of fresh air, ahoy freedom!
« return.