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Legal Bullies.

Civil Deaths.

Social Murders.

Is that your best?

You can hold hostage,

all that I embrace to my chest?

Which you have done!

You can brutalize me.

Which you have thrice done!

You can criminally imprison me.

Which you have done!

You can proclaim your slander upon high.

Which you have done!

You can kill me.

Which you are trying to do.

But,

You shall never.

Never!

Ever,

break me!

Though your `` UNCLEAN HANDS``

has no bounds.

I travel a path of enlightenment,

casting off desires of the flesh,

passing trough the void,

and entering a boundless universe.

Unfolding my spiritual wings,

to soar,

beyond your six walled prison

of concrete and cinderblocks.

You can steal all my worldly possessions,

and ram sack my treasure-chest.

Which you have been doing!

But,

you cannot take,

what I don`t have.

You cannot kill,

what you have murdered seven folds.

With a ``STRANGE FRUIT``

obsession burning,

you will come to know,

yet do I live.

I am still living.

For

I am alive with vitality.

Leegal Poet

Wayne  Ferron

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