Darkest art the days I have live,
Painful are the thoughts I think
Pain runs throughout my bones
Sadness creeps upon my heart
For I crave the privilege
The privilege of freedom,
But I cannot break my fetters.
There lies constraints on me; placed by the devil
The devil of contempt and bigotry-
His horn deadly
His body brobdingnagian
His mind insightful
His army feeble; therein lies his defeat
Once vanquished my dream of freedom will prevail.
The freedom to walk upon God’s green earth,
With my enemies at my feet
And my shackles loosen
My dream not privilege,
But a reality.
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