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Freedom walks the universe

     And steps across the Milky Way.

She greets the moon and then the sun

     Who heralds in a brand new day.

 

Freedom watches gulls in flight

     That sweep and dive across the sea

And smiles as rivers drift and flow

     To far and unknown destinies.

 

Freedom treks vast ocean beds

    Where creatures of the sea-world dwell

And, hidden here, far from mankind,

     They live within its boundless swell.  

 

Freedom flies where eagles soar,

     Far from the grip of mindless man

Who seeks supremacy on earth

       With others not within his plan.

 

Freedom weeps for human souls

     Ensnared by gender, class or race.

She sees the anguish and the fear

     Engraved upon each cheerless face.

 

Freedom mourns for such as these,

    * Where servitude chokes human pride.

Ambition dies and lust for life

       Enjoyed by us - in them has died.

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*  Servitude chokes human pride: - I'm thinking that when you are forced to live your life as a servant or slave to someone else, how can you have pride in developing your own skills or abilities or perhaps personality?  I add ambition and lust for life, which most/many people have, may also have been killed.  I also have added: 'ensnared by gender, class or race because all too often people feel 'ensnared' because it is expected that they should conform strictly to something which, given freedom in their lives, they would not want for themselves.  I am thinking too of the 11 plus exam when, if you  failed this stupid exam, you were not encouraged to go forward with the plans you had in your mind - and mine was becoming a teacher - yes, even after failing the 11 plus.  I was a 'late developer' as many are, but God told me what work I should do, not an exam at a young age.    I worked and became a techer and I did this work for many years.  I passed my exams, many with distinction.   I didn't want someone else to tell me, when I was only 11 years old, that I couldn't do the work I knew that I wanted to do in my life. Listen to your heart and do the work you feel you should do.

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Lastly, I am thinking of the book: 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' by Harriet Beecher Stowe. At one time in his life Tom lived with a good master, married and had children, but slavery can send you to live and work for others far away from your family,  and the owners of slaves can be cruel.  Even here today. in our country - (the UK) - we can see around us  the riches which came from slavery, passed to us from people who made money from the imports.  I live where cotton came from slave plantations to bring wealth to families around me, and where people, though not slaves, worked with their children long long hours in factories for just enough money to exist, whilst owners of the factories were living the life of luxury and had big houses with servants.  

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