by : Bacardi Gold

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i hear what’s left behind the wall
voices of thoughts in the annals of history
colorful as they go, gently fade and fall
from the shaken leaves of charred antiquity

golden recollection glitters with fire
imprisoned by the scorching heat of desire
hot quill and boiling ink in dipping stance
to write and sculpt budding minds of the young

in time the world will know
how it was being caged like a slave
in a time when roads laid with iron thorns
way to adore a king with ivory horns

suppressed rights no longer act what’s free
afraid to talk against a king of mystery
appropriately termed him a monkey dictator
his every word done in shades of color…

generations of life slipped through the canvas
trampled people’s rights remained harassed
hearts and minds that constantly bleed
Freedom, sidetracked by ill power and greed…

like a bird made captive by a man
sad and lonely guarded with a gun…

love in the wild, happy being free
jubilant and playful, living on a tree…


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Bacardi Gold

It's nice to be back writing again in I guess my time will provide me space to breath a little and write a little. This unique moment is pressing me to squeeze whatever little thoughts I have in my brain and share them with you. Friends of all colors and beliefs, please support me for this endeavor as we spread friendship and understanding worldwide.

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