“O Death come!
Here am I ready to kiss your hand
No more I want to live
In this cage of bricks and sand”
Cried out the bird
And struck herself with the fan
A rustle and a fall
And she breathed her last span
A sigh with a sorrow
Pricked all peering eyes
And for a moment felt all
As is felt at a kin’s demise
Freedom is like this
Is cares not for Death
Free the body or the soul
Will free its last breath
Iron chains and bars
Do not the freedom cage
Even a free man with freedom
For a free freedom prays
O God of Freedom
You make this Freedom free
And give freedom to all
And solve this chained mystery
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