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Reaching Toward Freedom

Lofty are expectations of getting along
Anytime soon. The things taking place as I speak
Are of nightmare proportion. Like rats in a cage,
Every new lethal shock introduces mass rage
Nonspecific and mindless. The present is bleak
In the pitch black of darkness where evil is strong.

People coming together and taking a stand
Had been practiced forever. It was who we were
Long before Group Relations became infected
With the sickness of compromise. Chaos widespread
Is the image seen worldwide. Crime need not occur.
But we natives are restless, and change we demand.

Yet for ultimate peace we must then endure pain
As an inoculation against fear and hate.
Change begins in a few weeks and will last a while.
Once again I will see people wearing a smile.
We alone can determine what will be our fate.
We must get out the vote. There is too much to gain.

People speaking their minds about what they see wrong
Keeps a check on corruption in high government.
If I keep feeling helpless, then that is on me.
Everyone is a victim. United are we
The formidable force with power to prevent
Reelection of madness. Indeed, we are strong.