Freedom-Day Poem by Gert Diedericks

I live on a land where I am not free;
where the meaning of freedom has
lost its own definition of own essence,
it has fled to a sky
where only blackness reigns.

How bitter the air is to life.
Poisoned from political greed;
the unquenchable lust, blind from
own feeding strides
into the abyss from the past.

I live on a land where mother earth
has been neglected and raped from nurturing soil.
Depleted, suffocated and scorned from love;
where animals are slaughtered for
man's overindulgence of meat.

How tasteless the light to poverty is shut;
Frozen by decree the impediment of law.

“Love” that is only lit when power is obtained;
misused, misplaced and sold to be misunderstood,
explode to pollution in medias’ own erosion of
atonement.

Oh man of winter hearts;
how your tree in self is dying,
withering fame, stolid and
embedded in your name.
Deaf you are to those who live in slumps,
devoid of scraping ends to fill empty bellies.

Ways of intent only flutters through lip service,
tremors in heart that rudder your ways of mind.

Drunk from fear, ploughed into taxes.
To quench the shadow-self and devour
people with no bread to live.
The colour of skin that
poses a threat to your ink of night.

Only death shall be your stick
Where freedom in your land will
free itself from harshness mind.

Light will shine its glory in a world
not made by men.
Love will flow in its rivers of hues
where innocence of hearts
joyfully plays.

Souls will fill its space like stars,
where only a higher King divinely rules.
Freedom in living shall be bliss;
from dawn to dusk,
afar silence of existence
it is home to believing hearts.