Shout
I choose to shout
my cries echo and ring
above skyscrapers past the nebulas
the highest height
my forefathers could conceive
this call for liberty, that holy grail
is not a demand for mercy gifts or favor
but rather a sacrifice devoid of fear
a house or throne
can lead me to believe
finally, the work is done
but when my children cry
when the past decides
the present will no longer suffice
I must understand, I must rise again
for democracy can be fleeting
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