Sunday, January 18, 2015

Aweikinin: a poem.


About freedom

If I took a picture
Of your soul
Would you be singing, dancing, making a fool of you?
Or trapped in a joy-less round
Of accusations found
But never truly discovered

If I took a picture
Of your heart
Where would it bleed?
A rainbow or a bloody fist?
Tell me, again
About yourself
When you are not afraid
Of the things you dread
When the things you want
Are not all dead
Tell me, again
About your quest for freedom

If I took a picture
 Of your life
Would you smile, frown or be absent?
Always the former two preferred to the latter
This present shadowy sadness, you must outrun
Pick up tired soul, hearts and bones
Take a shot of something
Keep on walking
Toward freedom
Toward God




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