Freedom in Chains


Refute ApathyRebuke BushRepatriate FreedomWhat remains of Freedom's robes are threadbare, and her scalp is scabbed and scarred between clumps of matted, thinning hair. Her humid, windowless cell is an oven, where crawling cockroaches pull peeling plaster off the blistered, wet walls. Sitting on the dirty floor, in a dark corner, with her knees to her… Continue reading Freedom in Chains

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