Why is freedom so hard to grasp
Yet easy to break?
Why left without say
Why left without decision
Why left without choice
Because that freedom was lost
The freedom of voice
Why is freedom so hard to see
Yet easy to take?
Who gave you these laws
Who gave you these mandates
Who gave you that scar there on your back
Because that freedom was lost
The freedom to attack
Why is freedom so hard to taste
Yet easy to swallow?
When did life stop
When did tomorrow stop being tomorrow
When did we leave one another in the streets
Because that freedom was lost
The freedom to think
Why is freedom so hard for most
Yet so easy for few?
Because freedom is something marketed by geniuses
And given too fools
Freedom is so hard
Yet so easy,
How is it for you?
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Escentia
PoetryI'm writting a collection of free form, poem type stories. I dont know where it will go but I'm just writing for fun at the moment and with whatever comes to mind. Enjoy. I know I will.
