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The poet’s mantle thrust upon him


the tyrants of our land

felt everything was grand

they lived in relative opulence

to the workingman’s existence

prepared his children for the same

that they could never rise again

this went on for quite a while

nowhere did the people smile.


then came a man to speak

a champion of the weak

he spoke about equality

of freedom rights and dignity

and the things he said

filled them with such dread

they put their hands upon his mouth

to stop the words coming out


the words queued waiting on their time

when it came they were in rhyme

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