A blind covers her eyes.

A slave to her country,

A barcode tattoo is all she is.


Tic Toc the clock has stopped.

Her wings are plucked,

All feelings vague.


She is free, yet is not.

Tied down,

A thing to her country.


She breaks.

Her wings mangled,

Yet she breaks free

And flies away.

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