The Treasured Poison

When I am oppressed you are the one I seek, but deep into the core of the earth you dwell, they called you freedom but I called you treasured poison.

Oh freedom, tell my men and women that you aren’t life neither are you a savior but a treasured poison whose origin isn’t known and defined.

You made my own people die but freedom they couldn’t find. Oh freedoms aren’t you satisfied with the ever flowing blood of innocent masses?

How many liters of blood are equivalent to your price? Blood you have fetched, bones you have taken and the fleshes  you took as well

During the colonial period, they fought to have you and when they had you, our own men enslaved us. Are you freedom or slavery in disguise?