The Darkness Ahead

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For the world we turn
and Justice is a voice free
that we use to cry as gone
swiftly our own liberties.

Change can be foreign to
those who love power.
They want to eat and sit
up high in golden towers. 

A peasant me I’m simple
I dream of a land free;
while cloaked phantoms
radical tell me how to bleed.

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