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stranger fruits to come
by our roots we’re born free
no one owns the earth
yet bitter sweet
is our liberty
in the beginning
all was void and black
peace, love, unity
and oneness of kind
(synonyms)
then thunder tolled
and lightening flashed
truth frightened un-believers
inventing change
(antonyms)
injustice veiled
justice
inequality veiled
equanimity
from the seed
of the fruit of bigotry
racism bloomed
and flourished
a bastard branch
of the tree of life grew
we are the victims
of its fruits
dormant seeds
shedding ivory hued mold
today
hope blossoms
the immortality
of freedom is…
