I am a free man
My country is a land of God they say
So my children sweat all day in taro patches
And my meagre earnings pay my priests of God
And I am made a free man
My country is a land of God they say
So they beat my son
And leave him half dead on the roadside
But these were sufferings which profited the Good Samaritan
So I am made a free man
My country is a land of God they say
And my rulers war secretly amongst themselves
While my watchmen say that all is well in God’s land
But I feed the greed of my men of God
And I am made a free man
My country is a land of God they say
But my children beg into the late hours of bitter darkness
And my limited earnings provide them no education
But my priests thrive on my finest cooked Sunday meals
And I am made a free man
My country is a land of God they say
But my children hunger and weep into the late hours of night
While my ministers sleep with bellies filled with good sustenance
And I am made a free man
My country is a land of God they say
So the rich get richer
And the poor get poorer
And the land of God has become corrupted
But they say that I am a free man
My country is a land of God they say
So their violations are hidden
And their injustices are not disclosed
But they will make me justly pay for my own transgressions
So I can become a free man
Am I truly a free man as though they say?
Does this so called land of God give me true freedom?
My mind questions as my heart feels otherwise
Am I truly a free man?
Again I ask
God give me HOPE