| FREEDOM We are but borrowed vessels of creation, This time and space is nothing less than probation, Prisoners of the bodies we reside in, We are held captive by our own sins, Freedom comes when we realize Our eyes are worth more than just seeing Our hands more than just eating Our feet more than just moving Our souls more than just being Freedom comes with total control Of the mind, body, actions and soul, Freedom comes when are fully aligned And eternity becomes our only concept of time. When we have no more empty rhymes When wisdom redefines the rhetoric Of the mind, And love is our only reason to be kind, When truth reigns And justice has no reason to be blind, When oppression is nothing more than history defined, And children have mothers to keep them in line, When creation is cherished And the earth gives out a sigh When we can look at each others eyes When we stop wondering why And let our actions define Freedom is far from an empty cry. -Maliha Balala |