Can't Run

The large and ragged population
Running from abomination
Could only run so far, so fast;
Their so-called freedom could not last.
For though they knew it not, you see,
Their flight from iniquity
Was set off on right foot, wrong path,
And what followed them was the mighty wrath
Of he who held their lives in hand,
He who could of them demand.
So you see, they could not run,
And as for freedom, they had none.

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