My voice is free
And so solemnly pleas
To stop this madness you hereby decree,
Lest censorship be my married man
I cannot last without the muse in my hand.
My first was a voice so clear and ripe
My ears so tiny and red heard it pristinely in the night:
Why would you deny me my 1st right
When it be that right that was my first light?
Is it power. . . is it control-
Are you desperate?
Are you angry with us?
Do we deserve half a decade so much?
So Pa thetic . . . so sad.
This land is true and we are of the land
Amend us first.
Liberty cannot be so unjustly taken away
When it be Liberty that has built us initially.
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