The Price Of Freedom - Poem by Bolami lawal
Woven carefully into the rib of time,
graciously knitted between the space.
the written laws are mighty,
but mightier are those unwritten.
the wheels are unseen;
that holds firm the center....
i sat there across the isle,
wondering what lies in the way of the world;
nothing delivers like the truth,
nothing heals like time;
nothing conderms as guilt.
when we loose the seal that bounds with fetters,
when we raise the bars that weighs us down;
only then shall we see,
how fast we run thin in every spur of faith,
only then we'll realize; we've lost grip of time....
but why stay bound when we can be loosed?
why stay blind if we can see?
why not pay the price of freedom?
and let the truth set us free....
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