A Land Where Freedom Now Must Roam Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
A Land Where Freedom Now Must Roam
everything hurts for seven weeks colours have feelings
emotion is best lit expressed in simple objects framed
the club the knife the stone across gulf mind distance cast
camels horses charge monkey driven status quo stage fast
freedom torture scream stolen is money box firmly clasped
billions billions populace stolen is fee dictator rule decrees
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