The whimsy
Of a few curved lines
And a stencil
In an obscure corner
Of hard edges
And some distress
Meaning indecipherable
But for the inexplicable smile
It brings
To my being
Barred
Unbarred
No difference
Constricted
Patterns of
Thought and being
Restricted
By others and
Self
Freed
First from
Within
Lead
Only when
Freed
Life renews
Thus even deepest blues
Transform
Become such vibrant hues
Reborn
As hope to those awakening
An image, too
For us
We have been the prey
Separated from the pack
Divided
Kept down
Exploited
Dominated
Fed upon
By the fat cats
La Solidaritat
La Nostra Millor
Arma
Solidarity
Is our best
Weapon
Run them off
We have the numbers
We have the power
A harbinger
Of things to come
Of times extant
Of days which always were
And may always be
Until we find our way
To a better way
Create a better world
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