Each Man Giving a Bag of Tools
Idle tools and Unlock
Shackles.
Gold line the
Streets of freedom
For the earth is finish
Built for our children,
But if disaster rise off
The sea and ruin the
Pyramids
Bring me my tools
And shackles,
Make me a slave again.
Copyright © Adrian Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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