“For Freedom She Cry”

Malevolent and dark

Waters break

>>>>> And <<<<<

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Upon shoreline bleak

Blood stained

>>>>> Hands <<<<<

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Hair wet

Skin white

Soul black

Ready to

>>>>> Rest <<<<<

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Mother oceans breast

And as moon beams bright

Brush their silver streaks

Upon her hair

Teardrops shine upon her face

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With

>>>>>Utter<<<<< 

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Within the corners of her skull

Pain escapes her body cold

Crying out in vain

Trying to put a 

>>>>>Little<<<<<

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Between now and then

Or till the morning sun

Breaks through

And appears in the blue –blue sky

To listen to another human lie

As seagulls call

For freedom

>>>>> She <<<<<

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