Freedom

The speaker is expressing a desire for their motherland to be free from fear and the burdens of the past. They want their country to be free from the sleep and ignorance that holds it back, and to be free from the control of destiny and the insults of living in a fake world. Freedom from fear is the freedom I claim for you, my motherland. Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head, breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning call of the future. Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith you fasten yourself in night's stillness, mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths. Freedom from the inartic of destiny, all sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death. Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world, where movements are started through brainless wires, repeated through mindless habits, repeated, where figures wait with patience and obedience for the master of show, to be stirred into a mimicry of life.