Freedom Flows Like Ink from a Pen
With this black ink I let freedom fall like drops. I write of a revolution, a new story that must be told, a story of the past and the present and the future. Freedom for every man and woman, no matter what race. I watch my curling letters spell out the hopes of a land freed from hatred and division, freed from corrupt politicians and the filth hanging over our lives. I write of light and happiness and joy that will come soon, very soon. Because, as the earth groans, someone listens. As the people cry, someone listens. And as freedom ebbs, someone listens.