Overcome

Overcome you? Freedom never came. 100, 200, 300 years and we are still slaves trying to find life, and even that seems to be taken at will from our grasp. Overcome you? Free at last will surely come last, not fast, because even if the change comes, will it save us? Overcome you? Our oppression still stands like the strands of time on the line of truth that predicts the pursuit of happiness, whips us like the caged souls we are. Overcome you? No, overcome me. Better Yet, overcome starvation, poverty, crisis. Overcome us, because soon enough, we shall overcome, someday.