RIP the Man

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Nation divided white and black.

Will the freedom ever come back?

One man rises and leads the way.

Confined to a room for thousands of days.

Spirit holds and so does resolve.

He emerges from chains standing tall.

Arguing and breaking down the destructive rule.

His people had suffered like diseased mules.

Cocoon broken he comes alive

He sees freedom for which he has always strived.

The fight over, it is time to rest.

His nation has not seen its final test.

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