The freedom message

Do not speak to them of love,
Of warm welcome arms,
Of open doors and open fires.
They once loved- with sweet generosity,
Open to all who needed shelter.
But that was in another country,
And the love is dead.

Do no speak to them of peace,
Of friendship shared with all.
A place where everyone is equal,
And there are no wars.
Of sweet silence of the guns,
They once knew peace
But that was in another country,
And the peace is lost.

Do not speak to them of freedom,
To roam the land free.
A place with no bars,
Or political prisons hidden away.
Of equality among all,
And no racism to befall.
They once knew freedom
But that was in another country,
And the freedom is imprisoned.

Do not speak of a bright light at the end,
The only way these people can see is the black.
Of everlasting sleep,
For they are there until you say no more.
There to wait for nothing
There light is dying

Until they are welcomed,
Until they know peace,
Until they are freed,
Or until they die,
These people must suffer the hands of us.
Of normal people like you and me.
They must bear the name of terrorists,
When all they want is a place they can call their own.