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ALWAYS A CAPTIVE
Our voices should not echo
So, her sonorous rhyme and comforting rhythm can't but drowned
When we drum or sing
Will air bear the allurement of our arts?
We are solo artist of no audience
The preacher of no subjects
And rulers of non to rule
We though walk by
Leaving behind holes of wells
But who will drink from this blessings?
To make good our labors
Should these holes be perceived
Our spirit to subvert the Rubicon is held
Our ideas are on ban terms
Our thought are subjugated
Our ways are invalid
our gains, are invalid
So well, our feats are absurd
All best roaming over our heads should not loose
On no ambition we live
We left with the day
We are race of no history, no ancestor
Every trace and marks of us are rubbed
We always are captives
