by Ross Ulbricht

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Drawing by Ross Ulbricht (2020)

From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,

The fall was great and swift.

My soul cried out in a mighty boom,

How could it come to this?

Clamped down, trapped stuck,

Paralyzed in a tiny cage.

Had fate left me not a drop of luck?

Was there reason for this rage?

Told to lay down and die,

Something deep inside me stirred.

I can’t be caged I have to fly!

Not yet am I interred.

They can take my body, tie me down,

It matters not a bit.

My spirit still runs wild and free,

So in freedom here I sit.

About

Ross Ulbricht

A minute of your life could save the rest of mine. Please sign the petition for my clemency: FreeRoss.org/petition • More info about my case: FreeRoss.org

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