I long to see…
yet…
everywhere…
walls…
blocking our way
Rivers that can’t be cross
Mountains to high to climb
Worries harp at me
We are encircled
in this dance
of confinement.
With all these restrictions
We, free human beings
are treated like a criminals
Imprisoned for crimes
not of our commission
stealing our freedom.
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