Freedom Poem by Rigwang Pintso

Freedom at last,
The words spoken,
And the deed done,
Gazing at the hills,
Insects whirrin,
Cotton white clouds,
A boy goin home,
A convict breathin fresh air,
A patient happy to escape the depths of sickness,
School kids excited to hear the bell,
Freedom at last,
Or is it,
We salvage freedom,
Buh aint it the same,
In ya room,
Or is it,
The freedom of soul,
Or the sole thought of freedom,
Ah well.....