They wanted me to bind my arms, bind my legs.
They wanted me to cover my ears, blindfold my eyes.
Now they want me to tie my tongue.
As if that would obliterate my mind.
For the words of a soul is forever endearing.
As the Book bears witness to this simple cry.
A sleeping slave would always dream.
As the words of Gibran once said.
And once he awakes and opens his eyes.
Comprehending freedom in a world gone mad.
The tyrant's hand of suppression reveals.
The truth it tries to hide, in desperation so sad.
