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275. Freedom

I came upon a forest clearing
Amongst the towering trees
Exhausted by my run for freedom
I fell unceremoniously to my knees
I couldn’t remember why I ran
Except that death was at my heels
I knew that they wanted me dead
A common thief who takes and steals
I didn’t rob or take a thing
I just gave people ideas and hope
But my words caused them to question
Now they wanted me to dangle from a rope
I had hoped that I had run fast
But oppression is fueled by fear
Those that chased me did in fact gain
And in moments I felt them near
Though I tried I couldn’t move
My muscles had lost their will to live
I simply surrendered and gave a sigh
My battered body having nothing left to give
I would have cried if I could
When the soldiers came within my view
With their rifles poised to fire and kill
I assumed my remaining moments were but a few
Then it happened in an explosion of sound
The soldiers seemed to die and fall
From within the forest I heard cheers
My cries replaced by their victory call
How I was spared I will never know
For my saviors never showed their faces
But I now recount my story to the masses
Spreading the voice of liberty to all oppressed places


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