irenio irenaeus bero

Warriors Of Freedom

I look out of the window and in their eyes I still see
The fear and the spirit of hopelessness
Reoccupying territories of a free soul
Locked in the cages of a past pleading with time to live.
In their dreams they hear children screaming
Lost in the absence of their parents unconditional love
Friends and family members dying to free themselves

To them pain and death isn’t much of a surprise
They sit in the corners of the cities
Without hope and dreams
They fought for freedom that is seldom experienced

The earth has quenched its thirst with the blood
Of innocent people who will was to be treated equal
And not be called Negroes

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2009

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