THE FREEDOM SONG WHERE I BELONG

There is a place where I belong

It seems I’ve always there belonged

Even while I’m resting under this earthly tree

Its eastern corridors reek freedom song

Freedom from self, the lyrics of the song

From the stitched, to the fried heart

From the sick, to heads needed to be heard

From the thorned, to souls of snow

All live in harmony in the freedom song

There, metaphors are for aphorisms,

Similes are for pleasure

Onomatopoeias garnish laughter

As personification makes the personified glow

In the freedom song where I belong

Its gates are death rated

Why can’t I walk through with knowledge in hand?

Shrouds on body and shroud of mind

Not exactly my preferred ticket to that song

There really is a good place where I belong

But for long, none seems to long

To willingly go to this place

Where freedom songs sing themselves

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

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