I long for it
I yearn for it.
Oh! The taste of freedom
In faraway lands
I hear the sounds of joyful children
Singing in their different dialects
I hear the adults cheering
Oh! The taste of freedom
The indifferent sounds of plates
No one to monitor your food eating.
Freedom to speak, Freedom to move about.
I hear the lovely women singing in their groups,
I hear the male youths playing football
Oh! The taste of freedom!
I know all hopes are not lost
I know freedom is for all
All the days of my appointed time,
I will wait until my change comes.
I will rise and say no to slavery.
I imagine the sound of the rushing waters,
I imagine myself sitting on the beach with my children
Oh! I know freedom will come to me.
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