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Dec 2017
Show me the man who jails his fellow being
Yes affluence defines him
He is free but can he see his prisoner in dark clouds?
Is he actually free?
He is afraid because he knows not the mind of the prisoner
The true freedom comes
When he sets his prisoner free
When we are free from the shackles on our mind
When the storm is over
When our sweat evaporates, entropy zeroes and we feel the cooling effect of the wind speed
We find the ultimate freedom
We can only be free when we set others free
Written by
Athan Oparaji  M
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