Freedom Doy Poem by Oupease McGajeni

our freedom.
freedom freedom.
we dance and glance for it.
past then we fought for it.
iIt's our time to celebrate our youth stage.
As ferocity is our past state.
Death is no longer our expectise on this day,
but school uniform is the day's food.

For they died hardly,
injured badly
and arrested shamely and painfully.
As we find the true meaning of freedom,
Where we get free
and dominate our country,
As we bring equity and end racism.
Taking every risk to lift up education
for 'it's the key to success'