Liberation

Slavery, a side effect of a Slavic mindset.

A marathon I can no longer run.

A distant dream from a free society.

An anger so unquenchably mighty.

A cowardly lion and an esteemed Orion.  

A struggle with my mind failing to find.   

Its way too early to pick up the slack.

It’s time to attack the old Union Jack.  

He’s unintelligent but equally eloquent.

Whether from a bullet or from disease.

Tonight we wage war on the bourgeoisie.

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