by James McDuffie

I am scared of everything,
I do not let myself be free,
For freedom is what kills a man.

Freedom turned the slaves to poverty.
Freedom drowned the Egyptians.
Freedom broke a great nation’s economy.

It has its price.
But is it not worth it,
To be able to simply experience a twilight’s sunset?

I was up in the morning waiting,
But freedom kept you from me,
For a man gained freedom.

He earned his freedom they said,
Did his time,
Paid his debt.

But he was not yet through,
He had one more life to take,
I am only sorry it was you.

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