Jailor
You lock up my bones
And tie my hands behind my back
Your boots on my head
As you look down into my eyes
I am defiant still
I am free
For my spirit you will not chain up
My thoughts and voice
My song my speech
My resolve
You will not jail
You are imprisoned to your vanity
You are slave to your pride
To your greed and hunger
For power and the shine of silver
You are slave
Drunk and staggering
Intoxicated by the venomous smoke of primitive accumulation of wealth
You poke my ribs with bayonets
And you grin as your gun butts into my sides
You taste the salty sweat of your brow
And think you have achieved
Yet the spirits of the souls you send to eternity
Hover around you
Keep you awake
Parentless babies
Cause your insomnia
Widowed mothers
Wail in your ears
Sonless fathers cry in the dust
For the men and women
You have jailed and emasculated
Jailor
My mind's thoughts soar high as the eagle
My freedom, you cannot touch
Whether you free me or not
Whether your metallic jails open free for me now or later
Am free
Yes
I am free
My resolve is free
My ideas are free
Am Mandela
You are apartheid
I am Luther
You are racism
I am peace
You are war
I am freedom
And fly i will
10.06.2021