Freedom (In Answer To Willem Fransman (Junior) Poem by Gert Strydom

The old man walks his long way to freedom,
or so says his book
and everywhere there is only hatred, resentment and tons of regret
there is a freedom that I am still searching for in my life

and in a house that is barred like a prison I have got to hide,
I have got to wait on armed reaction and not the police,
when freedom fighters wants to spend time in my life;
coming for their historically qualified enrichment

while the country about me falls to disrepair, becomes third worldly
when I and my family and friends are not free
and there is something terribly wrong with this freedom
while the new freedom comes to the meaning:

of robbery, rape, murder and torture
as things that this new freedom brings.