Freedom is for a reason
Not just a “word” on a
Tee shirt or tablecloth
Or name of a park
At midnight that
Police patrol.

You can sense the truly free.

They are armed with it.
They walk in it,
Wear it like perfume,
Live in it,
Bathe in it
Reek of it
Talk of it

Because they know the metal of it
They set others free
And quick.

You can hear the chains drop
To the bottom of the canyons
When the truly free pass by.

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