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FREEDOM

A courier of peace; a coupon of hope
Your cost, though, I have been made alien,
Your fruitfulness I heartily grope.
But the lashed back in servitude asks, “WHEN”?
A befitting vestment on servitude
A plague in the metropolis,
Like the Gulliver in Lilliput.
Amass not, thou in bit she seeks.
Though thou enjoyed none methinks,
‘Cos denied is she, much she denies ye.
But let that which we sought be unclink
An ointment on our contuse, we pr’ythee.
And should denial tend your way,
At wrath, me be spared, I pray.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/18/2016 6:24:00 PM
Hmmmmm.......a poem of freedom indeed.
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Date: 2/22/2014 12:13:00 PM
Nice one bro....read and comment on mine
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