Punch the dreary unsettled sky
Pound the iron-cased hearts
Jab at the haughty chin
Lance that sneering infected smile
Knock out the long-standing lies
Ball up that fist one last time
For freedom waits in the ring for no one
Go ahead and raise that fist for liberty
And walk out that door
The path does not await
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Travel
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To the barricades!
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onwards..onwards
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