Last Words His fathers last words, he'd never forget; making him stronger each day and yet, he was surrounded, engulfed by the wave, of corruption mocking him and his fathers grave in a remorseless display, an immoral masquerade; this version of freedom, of justice. He untied his law book before the house; this leather bound paper cutlass, and began to shout - "Apathy keeps both bellies and minds empty, we are stripped bare by the curse of the plenty..." By paul david beard
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