Liberté

A free man seeks a God,
To beat him with a rod
When he has done no good,
To make him feel more crude. 

A slave wishes for peace,
For he knows not Justice,
But the one in his heart,
A perfect and true art. 

Beware the Preachers’ lies,
They see men as sick flies,
Their hands must crack the whip,
Holding us in their grip. 

Free yourselves from all chores,
Open all the world’s doors,
Fly off on Freedom’s wings,
Plucking on desire’s strings. 

Liberty, I call thee !!!

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