Freedom Poem by Tinashe Kupfuwa

Big walls sink in the name of freedom
Free is a state in your mind
Authors dead in flesh
This is more than lines, hooks and rhymes
I am talking about Inkatha and the 4 sits won
I confer about Mbuya Nehanda and how she was hung
Same with brother Luther and how he was shot
Silence! ! ! Listen to the echoes remaining and pass them along
Does your dialect speak freedom to all
or it talks about how women are small
Are you a freedom rider or a freedom hider
better is a freedom fighter than a freedom loser
Let your claws be shown, than cut by the unknown
Are you scared to join Steven? , but at the end his pillars will never be thrown
I am not talking about black or white, Shona or Ndebele
I am preaching about the emancipation of mental slavery
Something more disturbing than adultery
A God given right to mankind
and why do you make it an issue between black and white
I am talking about Malcom X and Bobby Seale fighting against racism
Trayvon Martin born 5|2|95 shot for noiseless reasons
Big walls will sink in the name of freedom