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Jul 2019
As birds in cages, they wonder why
My people don’t sing but freedom cry
They store us low but we dream of high
From jail to skies our freedom cry
From chains to thrones Crowd or alone
The earth can’t hold when skies our home
From depths to hills to mountain tops
We chant cries to winds which lift us up
Blue skies escaped from gravity
Archaic prisons shall not hold we
Freedom our new reality
Our freedom cry is destiny
Junior McIntyre
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