“When freemen shall stand” is a day
Far away, a day strived for but
Missed, distant from us, fleeting.
Freedom is not a tangible thing:
It cannot be touched, nor held, nor
Tasted. It slips through one’s fingers,
Seeps into one’s bones, tears at
Our soul. We are
The home of the brave, of the souls
Who fight everyday—
For this equality we have been so promised,
The release from oppression, from
The cycle we are forced into.
The land of the free, we are not,
Held back every day by
Those above us, those who have the power, who
Make every day for people like me a struggle, a
Freedom is nudged forward. We are nudged backwards. The gap increases.
In God is our trust,
In God, we believe everything
Will work out, will come to fruition, but
In this trust, we allow ourselves to sit back passively, to become
Victims to what we are too afraid to fight.