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Freedom Song

Ode to the american school,

bending branches to fit their mold,

attaching to students numbers,

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channeling flesh by their own plans.

careless of the freedom then lost -

for in their lanes and their rivers:

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The tides that suck and surge on past,

torrentialy devouring,

Heedlessly sweeping up the mass,

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Is lost the sense of freedom that

is what is guaranteed to us.

The constitution is not well,

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Something grander and still deeply

rooted must indeed be heeded

by the people, America.

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Freedom of the flesh is wasted

if the mind is still bound in chains,

and fettered with a sense of course;

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A way that thoughts have been locked in,

now doomed to lives full of remorse -

for lost is then the will of man.

poem by Monos Unalos
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