“A Clear Head”

« A Clear Head »

From a humble background
Yet to blend with his betters
He’d put things in perspective
No longer be in fetters

Oppressed? Was for the weak
For those who couldn’t strive
Those who loved captivity
Members of the hive

But he, his chains he’d broken
Was no longer bound
The gates of servitude were open
His fated freedom found

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