March for Our Freedom

Fun is not my enemy

It's verbal hatred that scares me

Lurking and Lying

Seeking to break a bone or two

It's personal hatred that has followed us all

We can never walk too fast

Too slow

Just Around the corner

Up there, just ahead

If we can get there first

Then hatred will be dead

Run quicker, faster

Always speeding up

Did we make it?

Somebody else is standing in the safe house

Who are they?

Who are they?

Friends and allies

The enemies outside

Step on a crack

Ready to attack

Watch your back

My fellow men

Screamin' out

Breaking this cage for freedom

A flower dies

A mother cries

We are still fighting

This enemy

This is a plea


Against verbal bullying

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