Ode to the american school,
bending branches to fit their mold,
attaching to students numbers,
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channeling flesh by their own plans.
careless of the freedom then lost -
for in their lanes and their rivers:
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The tides that suck and surge on past,
torrentialy devouring,
Heedlessly sweeping up the mass,
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Is lost the sense of freedom that
is what is guaranteed to us.
The constitution is not well,
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Something grander and still deeply
rooted must indeed be heeded
by the people, America.
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Freedom of the flesh is wasted
if the mind is still bound in chains,
and fettered with a sense of course;
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A way that thoughts have been locked in,
now doomed to lives full of remorse -
for lost is then the will of man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem