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The Last Chief of the Tribe
The last chief of the tribe.
The last free man.
To be one with nature,
In the one last clan.
It must be such a thing,
To sing in the pride,
To not know that you're free,
But feel it inside.
The last free man.
To be one with nature,
In the one last clan.
It must be such a thing,
To sing in the pride,
To not know that you're free,
But feel it inside.
Published 16th Mar 2015
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16th Mar 2015 10:14pm
16th Mar 2015 10:47pm
your poem puts me right there in the vast plains, the mountains, crystal clear air...
17th Mar 2015 4:35pm
