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Those prison doors
are now open.
The Statue will stop sheding tears.
once again
we can dance in the moonlight
on the strand.
thats been
calling for years,


The Picture is no longer hidden.
Her face
set alight by the moon.
Chrystal raindrops
will sparkle like diamonds.
their colour was ner seen before,


My soul is demanding to follow.
but my spirits are knocking on doors.
The dance of love
its not dying.
Democracy is rising
like fire.
Our hearts reunited
as One,
.

The windows dont need
any cleaning.
the curtains where drawn
long enough.
The Phonex arose in the morning.
the return of the Lady
Who.s First,


As the children come
into the picture.
Clear vision
of whats to be done.
The hungry will sit at the table
and the gun will be silenced
for some.........................

Democracy is rising like
fire.
Our hearts reunited
As one,


th is the first draft but this poem is open.
not for spelling or punctuation

regards jacobi

its a democratic race
but its the lady
I back