When you can win with the thumb that prints.
The shout!
Is anyone out there still listening to that still voice that steals our silence?
Silence!
Silence cries out deep out of the deep.
Who will hear the cry of the just and not just scream, Justice!
When the courts are shut,
Where all matters are dressed.
What can the just do to the blind folds that sees the unjust, without striking?
Sweet freedom is bitter than bile,
Thorny and deadly.
And it is always served cold,
After so many warm flesh have fallen into the cold.
Sweet freedom is sweet, not to the oppressed with a broken bone but to the oppressor with a sledge hammer.
For others it is some fun
For others a new dawn
For others a time to be quiet
For others a time to relocate to the greens.
It is our cry, our time to be free!
We are the freeborn, with the freedom speech to teach.
We can't be hungry!
No! No! No! No!
Even if we are, we hope to be fed up with hunger.
Sweet is freedom, Martin said so!
Sweet is freedom only when the just is justified before the unjust whose heart is always bitter.
Tell the world I said so!
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