FreedomForAll

Finally the man took off at a sprint.

Rolling fields and green plains were his goal.

Every step meant he was that much closer,

Even the corn stalks helped cover his trail.

Denied and dependent no longer.

Outbursts were beginning to take place and 

Movements were turning to revolts. 

Fortunately the changes would improve lives, but

Only over centuries of turmoil and hate. 

Running was not a flight from his problems 

As many would have speculated;

Lying down was no longer an option. 

Life was waiting, along with a new beginning. 

Author's Note

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