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This is the time of curbing excess
the taking of greed we lay it to rest.
The people grow tired of beating their breast.
You gave us but air we paid with our breath.
Oh fickle tyrant your subjects unbound
in their final moments their courage was found.
The breaking of chains a heavenly sound
no towers to build no head for a crown.
So throw off the shackles they built in your mind
lift wool from your eyes don't believe you're blind.
Without you their fields are just withering vines
If you are the ocean, they're not even brine.
About the Creator
Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
Comments (1)
Gosh, this speaks to the society we live in right now!!!!