picking up the beaten.
freedom for all,
and freedom for the one.
each and every one equal,
and responsible,
to and for each other.
take down the money machine,
beat the curse of privilege.
shelter for all,
and all are fed…
no more propaganda,
the truth is freedom.
a modern day Jesus,
healing the sick,
taking in the poor…
you know they’ll kill him,
he’s not white and rich!
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