True Freedom

It’s black outside,
Madness taking over sanity,
Beasts rise,
The streets are flooded with blood,
I walk upon the corpses of hopes.
The flames of dead ambitions filling my lungs.
Still I can see two pigeon flying,
High up in the sky,
Both black and white,
I move ahead,
Appalled by the savageness of the beast,
We call human.
Spreading catastrophe as it goes,
I hear distance noises,
Freedom! Freedom!
They say,
I see humans with scarred bodies and eyes bloodshot,
Voices strongly demand,
Freedom! Freedom!
Their steps hampered by the winds of injustice,
Though victory was achieved,
It still left questions.