I cannot pretend to be pleasant
When I am as close to a peasant
As fish are to water, you see?
Believe me, I'd rather be free.
But freedom's no longer an option,
Like truth, it is up for adoption.
Whoever can step in an take it
Has then every right to just fake it.
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Author:
ModernBard (
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