I am a free man

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Diana Betham-Scanlan

My country is a land of God they say

So my children sweat all day in taro patches

And my meagre earnings pay my priests of God

And I am made a free man

My country is a land of God they say

So they beat my son 

And leave him half dead on the roadside

But these were sufferings which profited the Good Samaritan

So I am made a free man

My country is a land of God they say 

And my rulers war secretly amongst themselves

While my watchmen say that all is well in God’s land

But I feed the greed of my men of God

And I am made a free man

My country is a land of God they say

But my children beg into the late hours of bitter darkness

And my limited earnings provide them no education

But my priests thrive on my finest cooked Sunday meals

And I am made a free man

My country is a land of God they say

But my children hunger and weep into the late hours of night

While my ministers sleep with bellies filled with good sustenance

And I am made a free man

 

 

My country is a land of God they say

So the rich get richer

And the poor get poorer

And the land of God has become corrupted

But they say that I am a free man

My country is a land of God they say

So their violations are hidden

And their injustices are not disclosed

But they will make me justly pay for my own transgressions

So I can become a free man

Am I truly a free man as though they say?

Does this so called land of God give me true freedom?

My mind questions as my heart feels otherwise

Am I truly a free man?

Again I ask

God give me HOPE

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