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Freedom awaits my courage to try

To boldly break free from society’s lie.

Vision to see through the veil of seduction.

Armor to shield me from would-be destruction.

Wisdom of Sages, the power of Kings

Are mine to attain if I’ll just spread my wings.

The world lay before me bound in Poverty’s chains,

While the rich wait; like vultures for dying remains.

Working class stripped of their hopes and their dreams.

Money mad moguls wield their reality of schemes.

It’s time to wear sackcloth, Democracy ‘s dead.

Truth like a beacon to guide me instead.

Election campaigns spread lies to the masses.

Shades of the death camps . . . All that’s missing are gasses.

copyright – 1/27/92