Free At Last Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

After reddish noise,
Bloodshed
and regrets,
Energy grabbed
From us like from thieves
And our beloved ones enslaved
Struggles leave scars on bodies
and people
Homeless and restless
But we are freed after all
With this little strength
And shoulders weak to carry
We’ll put back our fractured buildings
With no help
But not anymore
These broken limbs
These beggars
These lame features
These one-eyed creatures
they were naturally made
Now physically manhandled
But better though in fear
We are now freed