Manna from heaven you said,

With my soul, with my blood, I sacrificed for freedom.

The inability of a sane to foresee the insanity of a rational society.

This thin mirage of enlightenment shimmers in this heat called freedom.

Fashioned by the madness within us.

Freedom is an ill-defined commodity.

Freedom has a way of cautionary holding up the index finger, as though about to make a profound impact.

Society swore the looting was the handywork of vengeful Democratic Parties.

They served meals of gossip, outrageous rumours, and colourful distortions of ingrained rhetorics.

South Africa buried the dead in a mass gravesite secretly, beyond the grinds.

Freedom you kept us in the dark with vicious paranoid regimes, now we have evaporated.

She gave us an explosive belt sequence, strapped on the young men and women.

Old Men and women fought for your existence being beaten to death and martyred at the hands of the criminal justice system. 

Freedom was a revolutionary idea, you sat us all as a nation down in your large living room of ignorance.