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Free My Philip, For Philip Pines

Free My Philip, For Philip Pines

I, once owned Philip, my ever lovely - beautiful dove
Free to fly, free to wander. Oh! My Philip. Oh my love
I set him free -not caged, to fly and soar up high above
But oneday he's gone. My Philip's now someone I can't have

Philip is now in the hands of the man who came from Spain
Enslaved him to toil our land without food - even a grain
Watching him toil the land which we owned, makes me bleed in pain

And my enthralling dreams for Philip were all put in vain
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Friday, October 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: free,freedom
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