Freedom, why do you mask your identity?
Like a wall that was once torn down, burrowed in history books.
Freedom, when will you hurry me?
Down the steps of parliament house, with papers in my hand stating ‘justice, justice prevails!’
Freedom, why do you sadden me?
With the boys of patriotism falling by the wayside, and mothers of mothers of children of children left, loose ends to an endless string
Freedom, where out thou?
Are you hidden in playgrounds far from adult’s unruliness?
Are you held close to the hearts of those whose who agree to disagree, and stand on the edge of oblivion?
In a silent tear will you land upon a rainbow of hope?
Freedom, I find you, and fare thee well.