Fallen

Freedom, how you have fallen!
You broke your shackles at a price
Then stole what was yours:
Sold your soul when you were enticed.

The tears of oppression
Had been wiped off your slate
Then Africa's crime
Was the cake that we ate.

You have taken the bread
Out of hungry men's mouths
And created with power
An asbestos built house.

Freedom, we judge you not!
But our tears are the food
And prisons the islands
Where you stood for the good.