Freedom is a Poppyseed
Plant it in the loamy soil
Under scorching sun then toil
Till it's grown into a flower
And it spreads it's golden foil
Or nip it in it's precious bud
Slash it till it seeps white blood
Spread it out into a powder
Sell it to the sons of mud
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Author:
Zemde (
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