A Start

There is a distant whisper
A distant relative, a script, a monument
She speaks to me
When the moon dances above our heads.

Live like your forefathers once before you
Lived, and you will be remembered.

There is a tree far from where i stand
It speaks as it twirls round and round
Whispering in the wind.

My mother once told me
You must not live as the dead once lived
The world isn't as was
You have things they could not hold
Things they'd die for if they knew
how much of it is true and beautiful.

You have freedom.

Raynolds (poeticrae) Moseamedi
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/06/2023

Poet's note: To not be caged by the lives people who lived before my time have lived, all life has its challenges and in every generation they are different... they fought and achieved freedom the method of fighting for it wont maintain it so i have to live in a way that maintains it not aggressively spread...
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