For the humble of pride and the Bold ones:
I write this song of Innocence Returned,
Back ...back.... to our Homes, a nuestras Casas
where we Welcomed our Hosts who took Exile
in Us though we are Illegals to Them.
I put Two Wings on each side of my Verse.
Take for yourselves and take for Tomorrow.
Here is my Provision to your Conscience:
This work I do is tolled to your Largesse.
I am exploited and you are Admired--
I pay a Poverty Tax at the Gate
that opens to you without Cost, Freedoms
which belong to All. Though I live in Strife,
I am a soul Beautiful to my Saint.
I write this song of Innocence Returned,
Back ...back.... to our Homes, a nuestras Casas
where we Welcomed our Hosts who took Exile
in Us though we are Illegals to Them.
I put Two Wings on each side of my Verse.
Take for yourselves and take for Tomorrow.
Here is my Provision to your Conscience:
This work I do is tolled to your Largesse.
I am exploited and you are Admired--
I pay a Poverty Tax at the Gate
that opens to you without Cost, Freedoms
which belong to All. Though I live in Strife,
I am a soul Beautiful to my Saint.
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