A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
On my shoulder, the mantle of God,
Heavy with light and silence,
I bear the burden of the heavens
As if time were dense.
And the congealed blood of generations,
Vibrates in veins that are unseen,
On shelves inside trophies,
Memories of lives that perish, but return.
Each step is an ancestral echo,
A divine murmur that guides,
I am the shadow of an immortal destiny,
On a path between pain and joy.