Sandra Feldman - Freedom

The dearest word from which to start,
The most humane and finest part,
Of our existence

Without Freedom, what's ahead
Millions of Chains around our head
And thus Tyrannical Men spread
The seed of ignominious and disgraceful defeat
Of Liberty that they beat and steal from us
Leaving Her for dead, in a pool of our blood
With nothing fine nor human left within our heart.

Sandra Feldman

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