We are no longer prisoners
Of routine
Of foresight
Of expectations.
We are no longer tortured
By the wealth
Mistook for comfort
Disguised as respect.
We are no longer angry
At the forced wind of change
That haunted our only view
And captured our single dream.
We are no longer weakened
By thoughts of injustice
By regrets of time
By wasted talent.
We are no longer fooled
By other’s demands
By other’s guilt.
The guilt is not ours
And never will be…
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