I'm not a poet
Only I seem like a pen
When everything goes pale
The skies I paint...
With my finest words in pages
Halt it! I'm not a writer
For liberty, I write my writs;
Scream in scripts
Since I'm a silent sailor in this sphere
In a time like this,
I book my heart in my hands
You know me master!
I'm not a rebel or militant
I’ve not hidden myself
I’m a peaceful protester
Yearning for equal portions
From the land we both ploughed
I’m not a fighter!
Though I’m faired
My name is FREEBORN
I’m inspired by my freedom
Indeed, I’m not afraid
I just want to be myself:
The man and the myth
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