The slaves of Freetown

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hopeless Illusion: Allegory of Liberty — slaves' anthem

You're not true; you're unfair

I hate that I imagined your lips so sweet; I regret

The idea of your eyes hostile, aggressive and your gestures so careless

When letting you walk around my thoughts diverting me from my sadness, from my madness

From selfishness, I forget

That you're not true, you're unfair

And this illusion that I wanted so sensual

Is now hiding in my heart, in my soul,

Gripping it to suffocate me

For you, I oscillate between dreams and reality

For you, I dared to push the limits of the living world and that of the imagination

Hidden in my nightmares, you've got me loving my terrors,

My cruel illusion

I could only see my despair, building you was my error,

My hopeless delusion, you troubled my vision,

My hopeless illusion

Tarnishing in my fantasies, in those beautiful moments, in that beautiful world I built for us, there

There, there you go,

Shouting from the bottom of my heart,

"I'm your hopeless delusion."

My beloved mistake, you are perfect

Far from being a being of light, you move me away, push me towards my reality

Do you not understand that I am ready to sacrifice everything to you? Spirit, Demon, Invention, Mirage, whatever, it's with you that I want to go astray

And if that requires me to fall into madness, don't stop tormenting me

I created to your scent, I distorted the day of the living to make it the playground of your games, I shouted your name, I dared to shout your name, and that's when...

You are unfair

It was then that I realized that you were not true

My criminal Liberty

When the time is up, the Symphonizer sings our hymn, accompanied by the percussionist, then the rest of the Witness Group. When the chorus comes, the whole crowd joins them. I heard the day before, in a store where Mistress Salvi likes to buy her jewelry, a remixed version of our anthem, full of electronic instruments, vocal arrangements, but without any trace of the suffering behind these words.

I found it through Shazam. A quick search on YouTube, Spotify, and Soundcloud confirmed that it is very popular with the Masters. Nothing remains of the soul of FreeRush in the song, only the contentment of the citizens.

Almost every sub-community origin has its version according to the language spoken, but the message remains universal to the slaves. And as the last verse is recited, the crowd starts moving. The inside of the circle is invaded by slaves, almost in a trance, making great movements. Some jump like me, others spin around like Ho-Jin and Karen, and some others are almost as motionless as Imane.