Free
We left the city –
Our homes
almost crumbled down
Our souls – too pretty
Wanted to be on their own.
We rose from ashes
From darkness – and sick –
Our lives of lashes
Buried in every brick.
So to a place of peace we went
Guided by our hearts
This was always meant –
And here is where love starts.
Our lives are free
No government anymore
Here we clearly see
As never have before.
Alex Postma,
theologican & poet