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
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