Wandering Ghost

Under torture one speaks insane
Under culture one is the same
A fragmented spirit
Fragmented host
One to touch it
Wandering ghost
In current age
Day so few a sage
What we may know
Seeds that we sow
Freedom a choice
Flower thus moist
Yet not here now
Return to hand plow
Damn and to cage
Foul blade of an age
Who obtained magical sight
Vision of shining night
You crossed upon
An age long gone
Living in such cage
Suppressed age
Yet every age is this way
Those who seek of this day
What one did say
Listen not to painful cries
Extracted by one who already died
Self knew not
What truly one knew
Lost in a time
A caged you
Yet all is revealed
Revealed in time due
Tribe whose spirit wandered far
Tribe who sees no light
No star
From slumber open sight
Do not be cast down
Cast down by false plight
Do not accept their language stark
False tongue
Bred of the dark
With no air their lung
Lonesome spirit unsung
Do not call us such a name
Do not claim foreign blame
Blame of foreign guilt and lie
Unknown will, freedom to die
Fly from the whip
Do not be tamed
See our truth
Do not seek blame
This unknown noise
Tyrannical name
From a culture so insane
See the face for what is true
See the face
A new you
Claim true line
The star will shine
Shine upon name true
Shine again when time is due

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