What Freedom Means Poem by Victor Oyedele

She was there before the Mad race begun
When the light, and night was named moon, and sun
She was there so she became the keeper
No ocean is vast or even deeper.
Keeper to all the secrets that life bore
She was there through all the aged run of war
She was there as blood spilled, it was her fun
She chooses who gets rose, and who gets gun
She is time, and she is the grim reaper
Life is like a time bomb with no beeper
Time is the slave master guarding this shore
Death is the onlyfreedom to adore