We were born free into slavery

All the way up to the mountain we climb Dragging ourselves over the sticks and stones of time Bleeding blue and red, the song that still rhymes Is willing to live an open and adaptable life is a crime? Where are the virtue and self-righteousness? The bars of right and wrong are just imposing this … Continue reading

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Small steps and continuous reps

Small steps and continuous reps That is life, simple sober and jealous Kindness and self-righteousness A jar of mud on the face of the people; the struggling us But there are endless possibilities Drops of hope and mountains of certainties Just beat the failure hard on chest Take the hit and walk because one day … Continue reading

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