The Death Of Freedom Poem by Jude Fuhnwi

Some soiled phony freedom
For years,
Robbed our forefathers of wisdom
Of yesteryears,
To smash the beautiful ancient kingdom
With fears,
That now yearn for freedom.

This black to black damnation
Is on a journey to Sodom,
In quest for the enemy's coronation
Killing freedom for another's freedom.

A wailing people die in chains,
Chained to their death bed.
Others walk with great fear of the villains,
In this cruelty hotbed.
Does anyone deserve to die in chains?

Did someone truly say freedom,
In this land where people die in ‘freedom'
For having a relationship with freedom?
How less wicked is this their freedom?

Oh, this influential freedom is filthy
Let it kill our people no more
Let it not, not anymore.