To A Freedom Fighter

 
You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to hold
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped
in chaff.
Your breast is hot,
Your anger black and cold,
Through evening's rest, you dream
I hear the moans, you die a
thousands' death.
When can straps flog the body
dark and lean, you feel the blow,
I hear it in your breath. 
               -Maya Angelou
        
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