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In this World


In this world, all they make are rules;

So we follow, like mindless fools.

Things they tell us are all we know;

Never will we be able to grow.

Without freedom we have no tools

To try to fight what overrules.

What’s the point of having schools

If we can never act alone?

In this world.

Government leads and ridicules

The population it befools.

You never have a place to go

to escape the control they show.

Freedom is like priceless jewels.

In this world.

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