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Feb 2014
Freedom rules the land,
Yet, we're stuck in social chains
Government and politics only for the rich man
People cry when it rains
Yet, others yearn for it
So we're lead by laws without contentment
People raid and riot,
But end up in chains and imprisonment
They're called criminals,
Criminals of social hurt and power war,
Rugged, selfish rabid, wild animals
So long they shall scar
For their error was that of an icon
But recognition they get none...
Alfredo Prado
Written by
Alfredo Prado  Mason, OH
(Mason, OH)   
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