Freedom

31 October, 1975

Walking on the beach, with nothing to eat,
Watching the waves, on the rocks they beat,
Looking at freedom as it soars through the sky,
Seeing it fall as I watch with my eyes,
Hearing its cry as it falls to the ground,
Hearing the dogs as they leap and bound,
Seeing their teeth as they pull, stretch and tear,
Just like our freedom at the hands of despair.

Think of our thoughts - are they really that free?
Are they not held in shackles and slavery?

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