At Last We Are FreeA Poem by Xanthous Crow
How many years must go by?
How many pints of blood must we spill? Coupled with our sweat, our tears When can we cast away these steel chains And gags? Will that take years? Have we proven ourselves worthy? Gone above and beyond, Against the grain For "freedom" that is freedom in name only This isn't freedom, we aren't free It is another shackle, another to add to the pain It is time for a change We will take charge No matter what our destiny will be Face it with fearlessness, Modern day warriors! At last we are free. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on February 22, 2012 Last Updated on February 22, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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