The
crazy horses
The
wild that they will behave
In
the enclosure of laws
They
seek justice but fair deals in pipe dreams
The
crazy horses run
All
in circles many times
They
puff with angry grunts
In
the enclosure they are bound
The
time has gone
Some
are roped to cow to wishes
The
promise of lucrative runs
They
bolted for the sweet smile
Some
are angry
There
is no way they will run
They
rather stay behind
With
the mud and the dry life
The
crazy horses
Some
of us will become
The
spirit of truth and freedom
This
is the want we will run
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