If you are born a slave,
How do you un-slave yourself?
What part do you remove,
What joint you twist and make you free?
There is no manual, guide,
They are so few, so rare,
They have but knowledge,
Share, you share, what do you share?
Love, pain, shaking hands or humid eyes,
Share, between ideas, tears.
You take your information to the place that burns,
Make room for more.

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