I wish that all that is were free,
Free as the rising and falling sun,
Free to choose to win or lose.

The sounds of their mournful cries hurts my ears.

The feel of their chains,
Growing heavily by the day.

I taste the dying fruit,
As it is pulled from the land,
Its smell strong in my hand.

This ghastly future is approaching fast,
It can only be prevented if we all come together,
And end all this nonsense.

For if we do,
Then in our hearts,
We can all truly be free.

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