Ever wondered why beautiful freedom
never stays overnight in our homeland
when she last came for a visit
we never told her,
“how lovely you are
After dinner, you must stay”
Words not spoken,
beautiful and shy
she left our house
Later, everytime she decided on a comeback
or it was us who wanted her
We kissed both hands
and then we kicked her out
Today, As I remember the green in our eyes
I think perhaps that our unshouted slogan
has always been
“we can’t have freedom, therefore we are”
