At my sight, the train approaches.
Marching like a million force.
Sights gazed at me for they whisper about my beliefs in them.
Judges with cloaks,
Blemish soaked in their passing,
Beast and wolves in the dungeon,
I fear not thee.
On the mountain, i will posit.
Publics must be aware,
Press conference must hold,
Just to opine my liberty
Looking upon a city of towers soaring,
Standing our ground in a crowd of lions roaring,
Held captives no more, back down no more
Masses, Liberty we seek.
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)

This poem is about: 
My country


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