Freedom

I can't barter my freedom Take away the riches with you Don't display your dollars and pounds To my countrymen who need freedom too You can't cut my tongue short It flexes swift and slip your hand Winds of freedom would blow one day Your vile attempts can't change the trend I dream of my countrymen Walking down the streets feeling proud The pangs of hunger and poverty Is packed and burnt in freedoms shroud I dream of little children With glowing faces and charming smiles Rushing to schools in groups Dressed in colours with impeccable styles I dream of the girl child Eyes bright with vision unbound She has a dream of a world Where hate and racism can't be found She would charm all With her beauty and sharp mind I dream of her flying high In all the fields leaving the men far behind There would be freedom To speak, to write, to work and to sing No one would die of hunger Peace and harmony every dawn would bring