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Jul 2015
Of course we no longer have colonial masters,
But clearly we're still enslaved
Enslaved by our own bodies,
Our souls cry out,
They yearn to do what's right;
That which will keep them at peace,
Until we decide to **** our own conscience,
The body has enslaved the real us;the soul,
And we are the reasons for that because we allow it.
And the only way out is self control..
Tapiwa Individualist
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Tapiwa Individualist  F/Zambia
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