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| There is no freedom to be found not here, not under this sorry excuse for a sky moonless and black and liberation is a myth— as dead as flowers that rot in an unattended garden; This is where we find ourselves: trapped in this new oppression, in a land shrouded in chaos wrapped in ignorance drowning in apathy; No, we are not free and our story is in peril as our cries for justice, for fairness for righteousness become weak, faint, adrift on a timid breeze to be nothing more than a quaint history as the quest for leaders who are clear-eyed and lucid increasingly disappear and we, children of this ungodly tyranny, are lost forever. If you would like to hear my recitation of this poem on Instagram, copy and paste this link and follow me for more! ☺️ https://www.instagram.com/reel/DTW-R62DZCZ/?igsh=MWV2dTlpa3IzZDZueg== |