IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME...

How long 

must we still march

and sing---

our feet grown weary

and facades of justice

quietly silelncing our voices?

 

Today

we remain footnotes

of his story---

our story 

a cocooned legacy

of a pregnant dream

hanging

in the tangled web od tume.

 

Matrices of pseudo gains

continue

to tease unripened minds

with schams of liberty.

 

Today

in due time

in due season

we will rise up

from the pit we're in---

rise up

and catch the fallen dream

laying it in the warm nest

of the bosom of liberation---

and incubate the waiting vision

of our destined realities

singing songs of redemption---

ringing bells of freedom

dancing to the beat of liberty:

 

Indeed

the flame of determination

burns eternally

and the love-journey

of the unshackled

continues towards the trysting place.