eagle rising in the sky proclaiming to the land:
now is the time for flight
feet o'er the ragged ground
my prize forming in the mind's eye: only distance from here
then before me
cold steely-eyed horsemen
circling 'round me
I remember that I am
flying.
with a cord attached
wrenching me from my impossible dream
rusty metal cord
my lifeline and my prison
chaining me to a life of misery
where a sun rises in the east
and never reaches our sky
I sense sweet air of freedom
as it sweeps across my eyes and leaves
to a distant land where people there
can taste its gladness
its like flying with a cord attached
all I see everyday is rows and rows of green
to be churned into money
by our sweating hands
money watered by life-longing tears
money seasoned by air-starved blood
seeing others walk with the scent of freedom
trotting right behind them, eyes trained on dirt
and I remember
horsemen block my path:
like flying with a cord attached
gina prettybrowneyes
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