You bind me in chauns
Bend my will to yours
No rights, no relief, no repatriation
in enslavement
Will I not resist?
You call that rebellion
Smash me with brute force
As if freedom were your preserve
A No Entry board dispalyed
Like those in colonozers' precints
Your shackles inutile
Against my perdurable spirit
My resilience dominates
Your fears succumb
throw up more tortures
Each as counterproductive
as the last
Thus the battle perdures
Both hearts knowing
Victory will be mine!
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