• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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Until We Are All Free

If only they were tangible,
These things that hold us back.
If they could be easily unpicked, undone,
Broken apart, torn to pieces.
If we had something clear and visible to attack.
At times we did not even feel
Their advancement until
They were at our throats.
And then as we choked we were told
They are not real. You imagine the bonds, my dears.
Of course you are free.

These things that hold us back ripple and change.
They restrain us in different ways.
Never think that we don't fight
And never think that we don't fear and cry
For strangers in the night.