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Freedom Fighters

My elders, have seen, the struggle, my people, have felt, the hateful pain. Fighting they are, on the behave, for the rights taken, we suppose, to gain. For how long, had they have, to go through, attacks from the abusers, until they, recognize. There was no threat, to none of them, instead, all the protests, being done, was to, open eyes. Freedom was meant for all, and not just for one particular people. So take into account, the heartache spent, for those, whom fought, to be equal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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