Freedom Comes
I know wicked won’t bulge
If heaven comes to urge
And earth quakes to rain
Sadness and pains they graze
To citizens they denied lives
Although citizens in shock
And children in cry
Their flowers now withered,
And soil gone clay
But life remains
hope to live
reasons for joy
In togetherness
will come
freedom.
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