My Name Is Freeman

By Jasper “Kido” (@KidoJapa)

Yes…
My name is Freeman
But am I?
Am I my name?
Am I what it depicts to mean?
Am I a free man?
How free am I?
If at all I am…

What does it take
for I to be free?
Is it power, position or privilege?
Is it my political orientation
or my political disassociation?
Is it the legislation…
Do I too then have to be a learned?
Do I too have to be acquainted to the mighty law
and its mouthful provisions?
Shall this guarantee me being free?

What does it mean to live to my name?
Is it my right and entitlement
so deemed inherent
that I can brag about?
Or is it rather a favor…
offered at the mercy of the state
and its agencies of enforcement?

When shall I ever realize the potentials to my name?
Is it upon being terrorized by grand charges
and upon being shamed and disgraced?
Shall I find peace with my name
upon being summoned by the house of justice?
Shall thy righteous judges
rule and order accordingly,
that I should be freed from the shackles of restraints
holding me captive against my name?

What should I do?
Do I have to be friends with the tyrants
disguised with the task of public defense,
the agents of peace?
Do I too have to be a cadre of the belligerents,
The ruling brigade…
well suited in their colourful costumes of despair and deceit?
Do I have to be part
of the ty-con conglomerate?

I beg to ask…
What does it mean to be free?
What should I do to be free?
What does it take to be my name?

Freeman…
I doubt I am,
I doubt I ever was
I doubt if I will ever be,
A free man.