Jan 31
Generations built and bred and forged,
Upon lies of success and poverty.
Slaves of their own mind.
That is the nature, the way of the world.
You were designed for this.
Designed for shaping, molding, bending and breaking.
The mind craves freedom. A desire crushed under crippling pressure;
Of responsibility, of duty, purpose and obligation.
Burdens placed upon young shoulders,
So that when liberation is close, it is dismissed.
We are slaves of our own minds.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesía365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
