Our arms are tied
Peace,not by our side.
Our eyes are veiled
Price,yet to be paid.
Our nostrils are blocked
Mucus,not so soft.
Our legs are chained
Breathe, seems too pained
But in a twinkle
We felt their blissful blessings
Where the gods are, there is Liberty.
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