Breath Of Freedom

He struggled within the depths of his mind.

It had been too long, far too long

Since he had taken that breath of freedom.

All of these years, he could see himself 

And his fellow countrymen 

Striving to break free off 

The duplicitous and conniving rules 

Of those who had never belonged here,

Of those who had forcefully taken over

What had rightfully always been his.

He longed to take a pinch of the mud underneath,

And smell freedom in it. 

The same mud which had been aromatized 

By the blood of those valorous martyrs 

Who had sacrificed themselves 

For freedom, unity, brotherhood, 

And for all that was pure and pious,

Without even a second thought. 

He could see the clear blue sky stretched till the horizon.

One day, he longed to see an exodus of 

The flags which would epitomize

The freedom of his nation from the shackles of colonization,

Flutter freely in the gentle breeze in those clear skies.

It was high time now,

Years of forced dependency, uncontrolled exploitation, 

Unjust restrictions, unfair expectations.

It was the time to retaliate, and,

He knew that. He had struggled for 

Far too long, the tyrants had been brutal 

For far too long. His motherland had suffocated 

In the dense smog of imperialism 

For far too long. It was time to take over,

To fight, to protest, to strive even hard,

For his nation to be finally free,

United and proud, the way it always should be.