Lonely Freedom

Freedom, where is home?
None will take you in.
Tiredly you roam
Where you’ve been.

Slaves men yearn to be,
Slaves to giving all;
Selfless men, not free,
Ere they fall.

Altruistic quacks,
Clones to duty bound,
Prove themselves in racks
Under ground.

Freedom, sing one song,
Sing for ageless youth;
Lonely stand, yet strong
In your truth!

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