Mornings
Somewhere in the south
The sun rises above the trees
The sounds of birds are heard
The wails of saddened families resonate
The tree of woe is full once again
Freedom again has been denied
Life has been taken
To those that have tried to find a new day
They have found only death
Let them hang, the overseer says
Let the others see what will happen
There will be no escape
There is no hope
The elders can only shake their heads
As the tears run unabashed
But somewhere in the crowd
Dreams to be free are waiting
To be unleashed
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