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Price of Freedom
Our Freedom was bought at a price Slaughtering Of the innocent paved our streets in blood. The carcases of our beloved fertilised our ambitions Nurturing the growth of our consciences And as for their future, fantasies of long ago. Is it not still written in your eyes or sealed in those hands of purity, your feet pure and without the blisters of discrimination. While you were feeding and growing strong from the unadulterated milk of truth. Reason itself was to safeguardyou. Put your bonds in better straits. While it was that you were herding sheep, the sons of a better future saw it wise to herd time itself to a peaceful era. Yes indeed, do not think that the water you drink now is of known origins. It is indeed blood from the yester-years, the sources of which are not made clear, except to say, that they put life back into the ambitious heart. We sleep on a bed of bones ground by the mills of our oppressors and yet we sleep at ease. In our minds now set is a blueprint of a wayward peace, a land too far to see and too close to dream. A land not bound by sea or gravity or the laws within men's comprehension. This Freedom was bought for the slave and the master. That the little stag might indeed Tower to the glorious future
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