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Freedom Lost
Freedom Lost Sane men know what’s going down, but no one dares to make a sound, and those who think this will not last, should listen, listen, to the past. Hear the sound of breaking glass, the Crystal Night when windows crashed, when those who knew just looked away and thought that things would be ok. The day the yellow stars were pinned, the night the cattle cars rolled in. The camps were there but no one knew what evil was about to do, when good men looked away. Or turn your ear to the land of Czars, to hear guns crashing ‘neath the stars, and hear the words of little men destroy so many lives again. Words of hope and change and such, that never do amount to much. But people listened and they learned, their world on hollow words had turned. The hammer and the sickle joined, but freedom from their hands purloined, while good men looked away. The sounds are building all around, The sounds of footsteps on the ground. The sounds of windows crashing near, fires burning, shouts of fear. Mobs are passing by our door, all sounds the world has heard before. These sounds are hidden from the young. Hidden by those with crooked tongue. But those who know the truth are crying. It is the sound of freedom dying, while good men look away.
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