Cut
my tongue
and I shall
still speak to you
with voice of freedom you cannot muzzle.
Your stubbornness is your weakness I hold
in the palm of
my open
restless
mind.
Give
freedom
a fighting
chance to breathe here
I will have no grudge against you again.
Sunshine comes to your backyard without fear
brightening your
lawn with hope
of fresh
grass.
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