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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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