It's Hard To Be Free - Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha
IT’S HARD TO BE FREE
Wisdom, said William James, is learning what to overlook.
Foreigners daringly defy the world and win every time,
Ignoring their fears and their pride,
Hoping to do the right thing.
They move from cheer to joy, and from joy to tears.
They have nothing else to do but live
with loud voice their hopes and dreams.
It’s hard to be a foreigner
It’s hard to be free!
Freedom? A great responsibility
imposing unconditional respect for others,
guarantying human rights to murderers and terrorists,
even their sweet survival.
To be a foreigner is to be human wise,
To know what you can or cannot do.
There is too much loneliness in being free.
Solitary shortcuts painted with rainbow colors,
Familiar faces worn by total strangers,
Crowded cities filled with grim solitude.
No well thought slogans can ever take it away.
No slavery is ever more cruel than liberty.
No burden heavier than freedom…
It’s hard to be a foreigner.
It’s hard to be free.
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