The Sweet Song

What is Freedom Is it a divided nation blinded by corruption and prejudice Clothed in ignorance and self-interest \What is justice Is it a hypocritical system Built on the backs of the oppressed Whose perpetual cries tore through the levels of heaven What is hope Is it a stumbling people who thought not of their posterity Filled with greed and power, yet thirsting for even more But I tell you freedom is a playful youth Dancing in fields of tulips and daffodils With no mind for the future And no care for the past Justice is a forgiven perpetrator whose wrongs were lifted like heavy chains And cast into a devouring darkness And hope is the sweet song a child yet within a mother's womb dances to, steadily swaying to its knowing rythm.