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Freedom - A Poem

Freedom is a word,
With a complex meaning.
Most of us get it wrong.
And are forever needing.

You’ve got the freedom to move,
And the freedom to speak,
But you don’t notice the straightjacket and muzzle,
Your situation is actually quite bleak.

Say what’s on your mind,
That’s a dare.
Do you have the courage?
Is it worth the fare?

Go vote, you schmuck.
All the celebrities tell you to.
But step out of line too loudly,
And you’ll learn the limits of what you can do.

What risks for your freedom?
To be monitored and tracked for our own good.
What price to be paid?
More bombs and less food.

Let’s invade a small country,
They need some freedom.
Our bombs and our bullets,
They will surely welcome.

Trade your time for money,
Or drink and beg like bums.
All value is debased,
As the printing press hums.

Trust the government to manage your life?
They can’t even deliver the mail.
The best they can do,
Is to run a big jail.

Fear is our governor,
We wish to belong.
Be true to your spirit,
Anything else is all wrong.

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