Freedom masquerading as a fleeting lie,
A cloak of chains in comforting disguise.
Offered on a platter, a deceptive embrace,
Not liberation, but bondage's trace.
In shifting powers, true freedom remains hid,
Beneath the weight of cultural legacy's bid.
For a nation lost in the quest for its soul,
The journey to freedom is an arduous toll.
Amidst beauty and birth, the illusion persists,
A coming of age tainted by failed twists.
Desires repressed under the guise of free will,
In disappointment's shadow, dreams lie still.
An identity shackled by immortality's chase,
A war against spirits yearning for grace.
In adversity's depths, ambition is worn thin,
An art of betrayal where only shadows win.
The blues of a nation trapped in corruption's snare,
Fearful eyes blinded to truth's despair.
In darkness and death of loved ones untold,
The call for true freedom echoes bold.
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