A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

In the cannons of freedom,

I shall be the bomb that, in the sky,

Will plead, with pain and truth,

Not to be condemned as a guilty party.

To explode is not a choice, but a fate,

A destiny marked by others' hands,

That, in the heat of war, inclines me

To fly in flames, tearing through ideas.

But high above, among clouds and stars,

I cry out, in a desperate prayer,

That freedom may not be achieved by them,

But through voices and gestures of a winged soul.

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