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Forever Free


My Chains are bound, My freedoms gone. Prejudice boy, cruel man, Hope withers within these walls. A cold swift swing, I see death approaching. My life has the value of few coins Because my skin mimics the dirt between my toes. Wars are fought Men die. Hope is given To be torn away. My brothers fight For the men who bound their chains. My brothers die My sisters weep My mothers pray My fathers sleep My children hope. And then the words that set me free, “Forever free” with liberty. My chains are broken, My hands unbound, I’m free to serve my country proud.
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