Hope Reborn

Freedom he wanted,
Slave he was called,
Being in his country he wished for,
Hope was lost to him long ago....

A wake up morning call:
The sound of a whip cracking in the back of his comrades,
He saw the people who shared his fate,
They weren't more than living corpses...
Waiting for death to fully take them away.

He remembered the day they were hunting.
When people came hunting for him...
He ran and hid but it was for naught.
They took him into ships.... hell was unleashed.

Oh! was he in pain, but he wished he didn't have to see his family suffer.
At least he was with them he thought!
Ignorant to the things left to come.

He blocked the images from his head
It was best this way.
He too would give up.....
No! life did not have to end this way...
And idea came to his head: revolution will set him free!

Revolved he did.
Freedom he achieved.
Hope was born again.

Sometimes we enslave ourselves
And we are the worst owners we could ask for...
He found freedom by fighting for it.
Let us follow on his footsteps,
And fight for what we want, nay,
For what it is rightfully ours!