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he came out in the rain
and lost
his homeland remained in chains
only he knew
that rain
was the last rain of slavery
after the clouds cleared
his land will be illuminated by the sun of freedom
after him
his enslaved people
Never missed him
they didn't know in fact
that someone was going to set them free
they had become so accustomed to slavery
that to them taking away slavery
was a matter of taking away life from them
he who gone
was the last soldier of his land
whose soul was free
that could feel and hate the chains on his body.
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Fly Alone
Hello! I am a poet and writer. I write whatever comes in my mind.
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Another beautiful poem! Well done!