How Sweet That Freedom Is

Trapped. That’s how I felt. Living under oppression under someone’s thumb- Unable, incapable, inexplicably inept powerless. But it was all a construct Some convoluted tribal-color construct That kept us down Like doves with clipped wings. They wanted docility Someone to clean up after they finished their Fifty dollar dinners. We wanted freedom. Oh how we rose Soared to heights unseen. With Resurrection eyes we seized the impossible Accomplished what was infeasible And dared to dream. No longer were we tied down, fettered and fearful. Unleashed with the help of a few brave men and women We found our strength in unity Fraternity, liberty Equality. The fruits of that labor are still a’ reaping Day by day, chippin’ away At that caustic force that divides like no other. Color, race, nationality, religion Whatever makes us different, Now making us the same. So that one day we might all taste that sweet freedom.