Free at long last...

The colour of my skin,
The creed of my birth,
The place of my right,
Will, no more, my name shall be.
Free at long last will I be.

The road I walk,
The words I talk,
The skin I wear,
Will, no more, my fame shall be.
Free at long last will I be.

The halo I bow to,
The law I'm avowed to,
The roof, to live under, I build to,
Will decide, no more, what my fate will be.
Free at long last will I be.

The flaw of my design,
The preachings of my faith,
The script of scriptures,
Will determine, no more, my destiny.
Free at long last I will be.

The threads of my past,
The truths and lies of my forefathers,
The meanderings of my heritage,
Will, no more, the fabric of my life, weave.
Free at long last I will be.

The fodder of my choice,
The furnishing of my abode,
The hues of my walls,
Will, no more, the brushstrokes of my being be.
Free at long last will I be.

The land that I farm,
The forest that I scavenge,
The stock that I breed,
Will, no more, the determinant of my judgement be.
Free at long last will I be.