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Man should be master of his environment, not its slave. That is what freedom means.

quote by Anthony Eden
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 02

It is said that a gentleman possessed a slave of exquisite beauty, whom he regarded with love and affection. He nevertheless said to a friend: ‘Would that this slave of mine, with all the beauty and good qualities he possesses, had not a long and uncivil tongue!’ He replied: ‘Brother, do not expect service, after professing friendship; because when relations between lover and beloved come in, the relations between master and servant are superseded’:

When a master with a fairy-faced slave
Begins to play and to laugh
What wonder if the latter coquets like the master
And the gentleman bears it like a slave?
A slave is to draw water and make bricks.
A pampered slave will strike with the fist.

poem by Sa di
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Slave 2 The System

Slave) {repeat in song}
Slave, yeah {x2}
Slave 2 the system here before I was born
Slave 2 the master, workin' me till I'm worn
The only penthouse I can count on's a big black ball and chain
Slave 2 the system, the future's all arranged
Oh, U better fetch that water, boy {x2}
Slave 2 the system
Thompson's my last name, but my daddy's name is Lloyd
The farther back I trace it, the more it becomes null and void
All my life I've struggled just 2 be called a boy
Slave 2 the system, oh what a joy
Oh, U better fetch that water, boy
Hell if I do!
(Oh, U better fetch that water, boy)
Oh, I'm just a slave 2 the system
Here before I was born
Slave 2 the master, workin' me till I'm worn
Slave 2 the system

song performed by by Prince
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A new freedom

Everybody wants to fly as a bird,
Nobody wants to remain in chains,
Because everyone has a new freedom to live merrily,
But some cruel take our freedom away
And make us their slave.

Freedom is a god gifted gift
Which nobody can destroy from this earth.
Freedom is not made for rich
But for innocent poor dwelling in slums.
Freedom means peace and love
Not fear around us.
Freedom is what brings a nice smile
On everybody’s face.

Freedom knows no boundary
Of happiness and sprinkles its grace
On everyone wonderfully.
Freedom knocks at every door
And kisses everyone in the early morning
As a nightingale sings its lovely hymn for each person.
Freedom walks from door to door
To visit so that no one
Can be deprived of it.

poem by Tanya Naidoo
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08

Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America

poem by Corey Threet
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The slave loves his master

It is a pleasure
For a master to command his slave.
It is a pleasure
For a slave to attend his master’s call.
The difference is
That the slave’s pleasure is for love.
30.06.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ode to Death

in the end
we all bid
farewell
to ourselves
in the cold
the world a stage
everybody has
to play no,
not Shakespeare's
suggested single role
but a double role
master and slave

this physique
that stoically
bids us
do its chores
for all its needs
physical, spiritual
the most exacting partner
one would ever get
a quiet stoic bullier
and after all the slavery tasks
the master leaves
the slave in the cold
a cold that freezes
in the finest of weather
without the snow
the blizzard
deep into everybody's heart, soul

the master and slave
a marriage made in heaven
till death do us part

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Three Day Man

Im the three day man
Its three days too long
Everything is in its right place but
Something is wrong
Time is on wheels
And my legs shake
I have to live with every decision
That you make
And that doesnt mean
That Ill be your slave
It doesnt mean youre here to stay
It doesnt mean were friends for life
You know I want you
You know that I love you
But Ill never need you anyway
Ill never need you anyway
Sixes and sevens
Oh how it rains
Sleep is a station
Life is a train
People snatch instinctively for
Whatever crutch they need
But I promise not to abuse you
If you dont love me leave
And that means
That Ill be never your slave
It means that youre not here to stay
Means that were not friends for life
You know how I want you
You know that I love you
But Ill never need you anyway
Ill never need you anyway
Never need you anyway
And that means
That Ill be never your slave
It means youre not here to stay
Means were not friends for life
You know how I want you
You know that I love you
But Ill never need you anyway
Ill never need you anyway
Ill never need you anyway
Never need you anyway
Ill never need you anyway
Ill never need you!

song performed by by Waterboys
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Freedom...

Freedom...
Have you heard such a thing?
Freedom...
Is it a bird taking wing?
Freedom...
To a land far away,
Freedom...
Where everyone can play?
Freedom...
To be free from what you have done,
Freedom...
From the slave you have become?
Freedom...
To see the loved ones once again,
Freedom...
To let go of all this pain?
Freedom...
Have you heard such a thing?

poem by Claudia Lutz
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A Slave Wants To Be So

A slave is a slave as he is in love.
As slave he’s assured that he is secure.
His master can be a possessive wife,
A caring mother or a beloved child.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ballad Of The Black Slave

This is the ballad of the black slave,
Who has been beaten and disgraced,
Who has been called the n-word and negro,
Who has received no pay.
This is the ballad of the black slave,
Who prays for freedom every night,
Who is going to rebel,
For what he thinks is right.
Now this is the ballad of the freed slave,
Who has seen much blood shed,
Who has fought for equal rights,
And who has won his freedom.

poem by Michael Issac Palmer
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Do you know what exactly freedom means?

Freedom means breathing deeply
Thinking loudly
Shouting noiselessly
Crying quietly
Loving honestly
Shining brightly
Treating fairly
Acting strangely
Singing lovely
Watching carefully
Smiling happily
Speaking voicelessly
Being friendly
Do you know what freedom means?
Have you ever thought about that?
Freedom means try to be YOURSELF

poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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Two poles

Perfection means waste of time.
The end orientated ones mean jeopardy.
Discipline means loss of freedom.
Freedom means anarchy.
People are beset with these.
08.06.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seek freedom

What does the sun of man want
What does mankind want
Under the sun
Is it to eat all the food
In the world and have fun
So that nobody gets nothing to feed
Or destroy the righteous and his seed
May be gather more riches
And be superior
So that others become
Poor and inferior
Or gather all the women
In the world by your side
Is this the ultimate pride
What fore does mankind want
Apart from being free and happy
You need freedom to live your destiny
So do i need freedom
Everybody needs freedom
The rich man needs freedom
So do the poor man also need freedom
The king needs freedom
So do his subjects needs freedom
The master needs freedom
So do the servant needs freedom
Freedom belongs to the old man
As well is the young man
the human society without freedom
Is an evildom
Freedom is love for one another
Freedom is the ultimate power

poem by Matt Ancient
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Death means Love means

Death means freedom
Love means pain
Which would you choose?
Death means rest peacefully
Love means restless motion
Which would be comfortable?
Death means life
love means death to the heart
Which one would you want?
Death means everlasting happiness
Love means confusion
Which would be more rich?
Death means rejoice with loved ones
Love means losing someone
Which would be better?
Death means peaceful dreams for forever
Love means fear of nightmares
Which would you perfer?

poem by Desserray Whitcomb
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A Freedom

we used to be slaved (true)
we used to to work in the heat (true)
we were treated unfairly by our master (true)
A freedom
it's a freedom of liberty
a freedom to stay strong and fight
A freedom
no more pain
no more suffering
no more heat
no more scars on our body
A freedom
It's a freedom for a lifetime
A freedom

poem by Guenael Oristel
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Freedom

'Freedom' means you're willing
to give up all
'Want to be free? '
then give up your parents
your dog and cat
'Want to taste freedom? '
quit your job
burn your car
'Really free! '
give away your money
and your children
'Keep nothing! no possessions! '
obsessions...
no truths, no lies
no alibies
'Want to be complety free! '

Give up your life

everyone in someway is a slave or
they're not around to talk about it

poem by Midnights Voice
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65 Years of Freedom

65 years of freedom
of speech of democracy
of truth of non-violence
65 years of freedom
of births of deaths
of gains of debts
65 years of freedom
of bonds of relations
of boundaries of neighbors
65 years of freedom
of terrors and frights
of attacks and fights
65 years of freedom
still a slave still in chains.

poem by Prita Srini
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The New Inner-City Slave Plantation

The now-a-day slave or labor force
The ruling-class determines the course
The political master’s pastor contorts
Politics and policy aborts