Collection of My Poetry

Freedom

In the days of old

Freedom was obtained through

Fire and Blood.

In my era, is it obtained by

the collective of a thousand souls,

Both living and deceased.

In the era before mine;

freedom became livestock

Force fed to the majority, it was;

“yours for the taking”

How can something that is free for all, be taken?

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In this era, freedom is an illusion;

A fabricated truth,

Made by the greatest of craftsman

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I wonder what the future holds,

what shall freedom become then