Liberty

Words will not kill us.
We hang on each syllable
Articulating our past
And future
Dreams, loves and passions.
History favours the victor
But we the underdog
Have survived throughout time
By constantly recreating ourselves
With the wisdom of sages
And venom, of soldiers
Wounded and all consumed
With the imminent hope
Of returning home
One day.
Liberty will be ours
When we’ve cleaned away the debris
Removed the millstone from around our necks
And surge forward
Technology our chariot
With faith in our hearts.
No, words will not kill us.
A vanguard of
Lovers and fighters
Leading the renaissance
Our forebears wished for
Since the morning of time.

By Raymond Enisuoh