Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

The Freedom of Shackles

My, what freedom explodes onto the burnt horizon,
when they pull you from your self-built dungeon of guilt,
and fasten you to the sky and the trees
As you dangle, you think over all the angles,
and how you’ll react,
when the draft is reinstituted by charlie rangel,
The liberty of movement was removed,
yet the stagnant hoardes smile at their own incompetance
and welcome more boots made from lime
Too long, the decrepit tugboat,
struggling to breath, locked within the bays
over where the ocean plays,
discards its music for new shores,
new lore,
the freedom of mandatory enslavement,
appearing to all as an open door

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