my sub-conscious mind

LOST in my sub-conscious mind of freedom
filled with nostalgia feelings of the past
sour expression of a bad feeling
in a dilemma state and depression
my heart trembles at the slightness thought of hope
hot stream rushes down my cheek
and my dry lips shivers at the thought of the whip
sending freezing chills to my spines
then I know it's not hope
but the sounds of the chains
the realization of been bond to shackles

UNBOUND, unfettered, justices and freedom
sings my heart but no soul to listen
silence becomes my best friend
whence my body been exploited as booty of war
my eyes opened to this thoughts
thou art caged, thou art free
thou art brown skin, thou art light skinned
our lasting rest, still remains thou art soil.

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