Breath of Freedom

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Blue frozen lips,

Chapped from the demanding frost

Thirst for the touch of sacred water.

White calloused feet,

Firm from touch exposure

Stumble around the jail’s yard.

Red raw hands,

Bleeding from rough contact

Grip the familiar tools.

The orders barked

Taunt minds.

Minds that remember a time-

A time of Freedom

Fresh air, Liberty

Starvation.

 For nineteen years time, duty, was served

The nineteen Winters slugged

The nineteen Springs poured

The nineteen Summers sizzled

The nineteen Autumns pulled

The breath of Freedom fills lungs

Launches Hope

Drags into souls that ached

For this moment. 

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