Somewhere the muezzin was calling the
faithful to prayer
And devotees of a different sort
Pounded on the dance floor here at Akbar
At first it was an effort
A tinge of shame
Threw me off the beat
Shame for having lost
My youth
I wanted to scream
For New York in the 80's
For the Peppermint Lounge, the Pyramid Club
And Stephen Sprouse
The Edges where sharp
The music was cheesy
Epiphany was near
Then the miraculous happened
The unmistakeable croon of George Michael's 'Freedom'
Snuck into the dance mix
Here, tonight, and the crowd went wild
Freedom! Fists pumped, Freedom!
Yes! that was it
To dance and chant in this black box
To this anthem with strangers
Freedom!
All of us a ferment of blood
Ignorance and time
that birthed the obvious
Freedom!
This moment
So denied to many
Freedom!
Who would not die for that?
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