Freedom comes when all is lost
The prize paid at great cost
When nothing's left and no hope
No more need to try to cope
The chips lie where they fall
Heed at last the beastly call
Fewer and fewer every day
Care at all that I go away
With a whisper comes the end
Never more to this world offend
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Freedom comes in heart and mind and in spirit. Wonderful presentation of freedom poem.