Freedom

Freedom is freedom
But we ain't free freely
As we are hold up
Stuck up in olden days
Where hatred chanted all over thee people.
Seperated by race and colour. We slightly free.

Politely we are bit free
But holded and folded
Hidden and blinded
By goodies foolish out there, as we turn to misuses the freedom to free doing and in a hurry of chasing doomed future with bottle and smokes out the, outdoors my dearest friend.

You may say we free at last, even though we not free freedom wise.
As some how we doomed by promises and foodies and goodies.
Enjoyment and periodical employment that turn to unemployment at the end of the day.

Freedom fighters,
Faught for us
For the free nation
Free world where there will be no limitation on the way of seekers of peace and healthy living.
Ubuntu the air we turn to a war zone with colours and race with political parties leading these races.
Where is freedom that our icons faught for?
Where is humanity in thise who still ill treating othere out there?

Freedom fighters standing on the mountain, their loved ones mourning their souls. As you and me busy wasting freedom in dirty deeds my friend.
Freedom , but we ain't free my people.

You may be free to say
Free to go
Free to do
Free to demonstrate
Free to deliver, to enter South Africa
But by the misuse of those we ain't free my dearest friend.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya