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We are not free

I was born, shorn of my mother Where freedom was for one, and for another In a song where I lay strong, ain't this all just a noisy slumber The voices of freedom are what I call chains, And this world a door to a cage of past pains Here I stand, tears they fall, and my sadness remains A song shalt be sang and a chain shalt hang A bell heard from above, and from man, a bang `tis war they say, but from shore the sea hath ran Listen to the sweet tenderness provided by a breath Make all last, the cages burst, my hero, death The glorious nights of hush Where freedom is what said When all gates of haven before me are laid Time will seize, for I will then again respire To my father, to my brothers enslaved by pain And to all in its chains, I mean to inspire In death I am free, in death a thane.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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