The Freedom Poems #1

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Photo and editing by Andrew R. Duckworth
Flying wingless on a ripping wave.
Removed from restraint, not held a slave.
Enough tears to flood the desert deep.
Enough tears! I’ll no longer weep.
Drumming their war drums, expecting fear.
Organized chaos is what brought me here.
My resolve means little if I follow the sheep.

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