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WE ARE LEGENDS (before we are dead)

WE ARE LEGENDS (before we are dead)

WE ARE LEGENDS (before we are dead)

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Unmarked

we live under a bridge where the boat is tied.

Trackers don’t know where we are

and as we evolve in our freedoms from this bondage

we understand the nature of freedom.

The night is quiet

and isolated from the traffic that rides

above our heads in their echoes

and the midst of our cadence settles like a fog

hiding the hunters from our nest in this fragile World.

Unmarked

we wash away our fears and reluctance.

Men with guns and rifle scopes look for signs

that people are living off the grid

sweating from their brows their confinements, with

evil eyes that penetrate the dark.

How long will we remain free is a question

but every day we are free is a direct reflection, and

passing wakes shan't disturb our solace.

How we all become Ann Frank

hiding to stay alive another day, as she lived.

People are being tracked and confiscated from homes

locked away in government prisons

and will never see the light of day ever again.

Are you unmarked?

Are you trying to become unmarked?

Burgers cook on the galley stove

and the ducks and geese gather around the boat.

We are legends by our life style

beating the corruption of the higher forces, still

trying to find out where we are hiding.

We are legends- before we are dead.

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