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Democracy will not come
Today, this year
   Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right 
As the other fellow has
  To stand
On my two feet 
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say, 
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

      Freedom
      Is a strong seed
      Planted
      In a great need.

      I live here, too.
      I want freedom
      Just as you.


Submitted by Allison Tanner

Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 4 Dec 2008 8:08 PM | Viewed: 18024 times

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