freedom

they left us
bound at the ankles
with words,
whispering of freedom.
making us believe that
if we behave better,
act better,
our lives would
be
better.
they had no
thoughts
of aiding us.
just
thoughts of
burying us
deep
beneath
the surface of
our greatness.
keeping us from
our ancestors,
hiding us
from the truth.
they were never masters,
their ideas
weak,
their souls
lost.
they were cowards,
hidden in wolf
clothing.