They took our own
Poetry, music and dance.
The rituals, fire and trees..
Magic and our wildest being.
And they gave us...
Organized work, roads and fees.
Where we can be in peace
Having prisons in the place of trees.
What happened to the dream...
To feel and see!
In a world that just runs
Without being in here.
That is what you gave us?
Then I will step aside of liberty,
And recluse to this misery.
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