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"Freedom"
Freedom to write
Is our true might
A way for pain
To begin to wane
My fingers are light
They are only too willing
To release the thoughts
Which my mind finds so filling
With me truth has been said
To be most often my stead
I will put none other before it
Until the day that I wed
Confusing to some, although this poem may be
More so, inspiration to others that I may see
A day shall pass, a day close by
That I may bear witness and testify
While we live a life of ease
Surrounded by many unfotunate, who die of disease
Oblivious is our utopia, in final sum
Pity us all, for we have made it our outcome.......
