you want me to be free or so you say
old man magician with your leathern book
who half-way has me but must have mistook
my gratitude for some sort of dismay
you say you will not let me just betray
my anger and my frailty with a look
and yet your words are sharper than a hook
since i am not allowed to go my way
that darker one you tell me is not brave
still you must fear him since the heavy chain
is on his neck and and you lay on his head
not freedom's cap but the straw hat of slave
discounting every thought in his swift brain
as if you can dismiss that way your dread
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