THE FREED YET TO BE FREE

Why does the pupa sing?

And the ears of his hearer shrink

Why does the new infant scream

And the ear that hears it scheme

Gold in the eye of fire

Out of Enahoro, rivers of strength

So we have not receive flow of stress

But the redness life of Lumumba shared

The eagle had forgotten not price full blood

Oh thou muscles of horse, cover my vein

Why are lighted candles under the bushel?

And the unlighted erected on the stand

Enough, enough, enough of gold no glitter

Hold it, you illuminating darkness

Why on earth buildings on hill hidden

Can’t you see the voice lamenting?

Why does the will-not have the wanted

And the willing lacks the needed

The will-not the quality, the willing the quantity

When will the will-not will to will

I can hear laments from the immortal bone

When will the freed be free?

And sight restored to the can’t-see

Are the freed to remain bound?

The indignant of the grave suspencing

I can still hear the voice non-stop

Tell me the blind that had lead the blind

And I will tell you the can-see that got lost

Even the blind’s rod can still pave way

Where are they? Wail the voice of the freed.

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