By unknown faces and places unfamiliar!
I refuse to live that way!
Am I a suspect of treason?
Since I carry no reason
On my back to be afraid?
I refuse restrictions that delay…
A peace I know can flow but strays,
With a new weapon preached,
As I duck from the spit that’s sprayed!
There is nothing that can reach…
Those caught in this feverish,
Beseeching heat!
Inflamed and embroiled they seek,
To defeat!

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