They told us
Ours was an egalitarian society
And it is
Difficult to discern
They told us to wait
That freedom
Will come
We waited
To receive
The freedom
That was absent.
Huddled up, helpless
Yawning in dearth
And the penultimate is air
Still they have our
Conscience to ride
Us as slaves.
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