Brother says:
In 1992, I left home to pursue freedom
And freedom I found in a vast oasis 600 kilometers from home.
Freedom from traditions
Freedom from supervision
Freedom from the ordinary
And even freedom from religion
For 12 years I was in paradise
Neon lights replaced the sun at night
Revelries hushed silence
Currency provided power
And I had my own, personalized religion
But on the 13th year
Because of the neon lights, I did not notice the darkness of my heart
Because of the revelries, I did not hear the cries of my soul
Because of the currency, I thought nothing else matters
And I realized that the vast oasis was just a huge den
The freedom I was chasing was
A carrot on a stick
An arsenic on my morning coffee
An astounding trick
And for the first time, I heard the devil laughing at me.
In Our Lives We will Glorify God
Sister Replied :
Years ago i responded to the call of political struggle. My youthfulness and idealism brought me to march the streets while hailing for freedom with my fist empowering my being.
Freedom for the oppressed, for women, for farmers, for laborers , for students, for press freedom were part of the call. And never did I regret the times I burned my skin from the sun while basking in the infurating system of the government and political system. Back then, with all hopes of hoping, i knew somehow, changes can happen if I joined the thousands marching the street shouting for freedom.
But up to this day, the same fights are being battled, people are still triggered to raise their fist and I sulk within. With all hopes of hoping, I can only witness from a far the raging anger of people and fervently pray to GOD for freedom that we all need.
We are all prisoners and we all need freedom.
Our struggles may be different — but we all cry for the ultimate… peace in our hearts.
We will Glorify God in our lives.
