The Master of Descriptions

freedom was last seen on 12th dec 1963

when we all raised our fists

thinking we had it

we never did

what we held in our palms

was a mirror refraction

warped and morphed

like a fetus strangling itself

gasping and begging

for breath

for currency

for food

for a place to stay

for the hearts of Oppressor

had long been a Sediment of fossilized greed

buried in reforms, coded in constitution

their voices once drums of resistance

became transactional in parliamentary halls

where truth went to die

they, in plain clothes,

wear masks and carry guns

abducted freedom

they gagged it

and sandwiched it between police boots and cell walls

they treated freedom as inanimate object

with no right to life

devoid of uprising

they ripped out its kneecap

they said freedom killed itself

that it was weak

that it Couldn’t walk by itself

freedom,

while nestled on the cold Floors of the morgue,

wept.

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