Drink from this cup of freedom for all

Everyone, makes me wanna holler

How come, you asking others for a dollar?

Why beg for a crumb?

When you need a high priced lawyer

Who don’t need a gun

To rid you of this man-made collar

This collar of loathing self-hate

Again I holler, that you didn’t create

Just follows generations

Who they indoctrinate

Pull yourself up, stand proud and tall

Drink from this cup, of freedom for all


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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