Freedom Quest Poem by Daniel Mentor

Thither and thither we ran
Hoping to find refuge
The worst, the chief of fears
Hunger, pain and sickness our company
Oh! Destitute, Solitude
If all we did endure
Then death was a relief

Koooo! Came the enemy's strength
Alas! Drop dead a man
Hurry! Beckoned my son, thy father
Fear took hold and mocked our wits
The sight, far worst than hell
The forest was a hopeless horrorful home
Thy grave kins prayed an end to the misery

'Fellow countrymen and women, thee, the people of the East:
Conscious of the supreme authority...
....shall henceforth be an independent sovereign state...
...all political ties between us and the Federal Republic... are hereby totally dissolved; ...'
Those solemn words had been on air
This is the agony one must pay for freedom.

But wait, let me ask
What offence is there to reject slavery?
To be an owner without ownership
The worst form of oppression, muttered me
Those antique tyrants massacred us
Though victory was nigh as the arms
But the rebels rebelled.

For three years, hunger was our painful comforter
Perpetual pestilence and his gang besieged
Such days have no regard for the grey
But I must thank providence
That I had a son, thine father
Asleep falls the old man, smiling
It is not over until it is over, muttered me.