A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer


Time ticks by,
tediously, the clock ticks each pounding second like a stone falling from the sky
Hungering for justice, I lay in silence,
delicacies of kings could not give me delight
For I lay on this silent night,
hungering for my very rights as a man

is but a word without being vitalized with action
Taken away,
I refuse to stay with these conditions,
unbearably denied,
Until granted,
I refuse to dine

If I die,
My name it will lie,
along the side of the just
There would be no greater honor,
than the echoes of my voice left in the wind calling out for freedomImage


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