Freedom Poem by Edouard BIZIMANA

Freedom
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Breached universal value,
O, freedom praised and raped
By singers of your name
In no limit of action, they call you:
War, love, hatred, sex and drug abuse!
O! Freedom, you're nothing but a melting-pot!
In your name, death prevails,
In your name, God's name is abused,
To kill, to abuse, misuse and misconduct,
All become freedom though,
Nothing of you, this entails.

O! Freedom, o! Freedom,
Over your misuse, I cry:
Killing, misusing what God created holy,
Deprive you of your essence,
As no limit, to your scope is given
When people call your name,
To keep foolish dreams alive.

So what are you really, freedom?
To be daily misused and wrapped
In the nakedness of protesters,
Ready to die or lie in your honor?
While on others inflicting horror?

O! Freedom, free I want to be,
As free as a bee
Set off on a long journey
In search of honey flowers,
As free as a cowboy on a pony,
Riding to free a beloved soul
Falling in a conjurer's powers.