Freedom had never been as free
As the moment is ceased to be.
It felt as if the wind had soared;
Never to roam this earth abhored.
The land itself shall howl and rage
Against its now forgotten cage.
For never can it liberate
Itself from its unnoticed fate.
The devil soon will show his horns
On which he holds this Crown of Thorns.
No one can from his fight escape
Which from his freedom took its shape.
Freedom, why would you create,
This monster to eradicate
The man whom on this earth does live?
Why can you not him forgive?
Sins have been the battlecall
Oh, this does Mother Earth appall.
Once she is free of life, at last,
She hopes man will let past be past! |