Bieze Josephat - Freedom

Freedom is power
See the budding stage
Of a flower-
It looks lonely
And dull; qualities that
Make it ugly.
When budding fades
The flower blossoms
Sending fragrance
To the air
Commanding bees
And nectar-birds.
To drink from
Its freedom-cup
And seducing men
To water and protect
It in a ceramic vase.

See the chrysalis
Of a butterfly
It is lonely
And immobile; qualities that
Make it dead and dusty
When imago dawns
the butterfly make merry
Mate and reproduce
Flying to every home
To narrate its story
'A Long Walk to Freedom.'
Pouring happiness
to little children
Who want to catch it
And own it.

Freedom is power
Indeed.

Bieze Josephat

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