Freedom Slave

Slaves to freedom

The whip cracks the flesh lashes

The blood drips the wounds dry

Scars remain boldly in the skin

Harsh reminders of a struggle within

Slaves to freedom slavery of the mind

Chained by lies freed by truth

Truth, dead by our own hands

Truth, an unsung hero the village villain

Nothing is as it seems the cock crows

The mind awakens the dawn of truth is here

Cold at first slowly warming till its scorching

A people now free up in arms spreading the warmth

Lighting up a neighbors torch to fight the darkness

Closets are now clean only skeletons are in the graveyards


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