Tomorrow morning came
When you dared to dream
When you closed your eye
"A nightmare and a lie!"
Your rebellious cry:
Could not reach your ear
Did not stop your tear
"I can't tell the future!"
Was your angry sigh
And yet, from the day of birth
you could hear future’s song:
You did not need foresight
Nor heed an ethereal light
For songs of liberty come easy
For those whose freedom
Does not inhabit the earth
but lies at the distant shore
Of an unbounded metaphor
“Once I was a child
within the camp I lived
within the camp I dreamt
and no dream was too wild
for once surrounded by a wall
Two walls, three walls, four walls,
what difference?
-Four walls make no cage
For those whose existence
Is measured in dreams
And in generations-
Make them ten miles high
There is no ceiling for my sky,
Let the sky be my stage!”
“But what of freedom?”
“My freedom is a pen
with it I draw
a better tomorrow
my world is an empty page
no shackles and no cage
for freedom is but the child
of my heart and of my mind!”
…
Tomorrow morning came
Years upon years ago
The day you were born
Not from the human race
But from its worst disgrace
From its cruelest belief
From the wounds of crime
From the womb of grief
From the theft of time…
Stolen time passes quicker;
it has to catch up
with the next generation…
and now comes your youth
the heart is full of rage
what is left but anger?
The world is anger’s stage:
“Could you still answer
Fate in its song?”
“Fate is superfluous
an hourglass where there’s no time
Not fate nor man
Can define my sky
There is no impossible
For those whose existence
is death and re-incarnation
And death and re-incarnation
Let the walls be a thousand miles high
These eyes were not meant
To look at what others say is Sky
this heart was not meant
to believe in Annunciation!
“But what of freedom?”
My freedom is a gun
With it I still draw
A better tomorrow
Devoid of all the lies
Devoid of all the sighs
Devoid of all the cries
I am the spirit of fire
the child of the sun
What I clutch in my hand
Is freedom for my people
Freedom for my heart
Freedom for my land!
….
“Fate is nothing but patient,
always sure of its victory,
where thoughts can’t be altered
their beating heart may change:
Gone is the youth
Distant is the rage
And now you may embrace
The bars of your cage!
“My freedom is to live
To pursue this heart’s desire
Though I shall not forget
That distant spirit of fire
it still inhabits my thoughts
But I shall submit to fate
And believe that my dreams
Are beyond my reality
And believe that my dreams
Shall not fit in my tomorrow!
…
Tomorrow morning came
When you looked in the mirror
And saw nothing but old age
You thought you were a cause
That once got lost in a dream
And once in reality
Were you anything but a fleeting moment
That fate once dreamt?
Or will you make a pact
As Faust once did
And see the devil
amidst the annunciation -
That you may join
the eternal struggle
Of another generation?
“ My freedom is –
and shall always be,
one generation away
my tomorrow is
that of those children
who were not destined to play
yet what I see in their eyes
beyond the anger and the sighs
is the only meaning
of the Annunciation.
Let freedom and justice,
mercy and humanity –
inhabit the shores
of distant metaphors
This heart knows
That one generation away
Metaphor can become a dream
And a dream can become reality
And so shall fate be answered
And one generation away,
so shall it stop its dance!
By Comte Almaviva
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