What price to pay for a make believe dream
You live for it, lie for it, kill, fuck and die for it
You're sold a so called truth of something great and unseen
And yet you never seem to be any closer to living it
Loud voices in dark suits orate rhetorical about the importance of it
While they slyly ensnare you with their chains of promise.
The other man, that unknown over there
He's taken it away so we must fight to restore it
Fight? Oh the irony
All in the name of freedom
All in the name of liberty
And yet my liberty is an illusion
And freedom a made up word
Choice all based on what they give you
Yet the opiated masses clap for more
Like some circus seal dancing on a ball
Cowed are we by a hopeful delusion
Trained into us before we were born
Long live the United States of whatever we tell you
Long live them
Not long live us
In the name of freedom!?
There's no such thing
Don't buy into the dream
This world is a prison
Our sentence, life
Our crime?
Whatever they choose to decide
I don't mean to tread on your dreams
Or tarnish your hopes with these lamentable things
But truth is truth if you choose to see
Everything that you believe is yours
Can be taken from you without a thought
Your job, your home, your husband or wife
Your children, your hope, your life
All in the name of freedom
The greatest of lies
But freedom doesn't mean a God damned thing
Freedom is a poor mans dream
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Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bloody well depressed myself with this one. After the poem i wrote yesterday there seemed potential for debate so being the naughty person I am i came up with this miserable little piece! I'd say enjoy but that's not going to happen! Ill write something nice tomorrow!
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Very emotive words SC.
Freedom may be a poor mans dream but my dreams are full of light as in my long life I have had so many wonderful moments, so many with the wife now departed but is still with me in my reality.
Andy
Me too GF. Just aiming to provoke reaction haha
I was depressed when me digit slipped! lol.
Lol. Oh well this will cheer you up then!
We might rubbish ourselves some days, or parts of some days, but it may be caused sometimes by our response to outward things, other people, etc. Bit of psychology there? And this time of the day too. Phew!
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One might ask, Who's freedom?
Great write Sax. ; )
Whose indeed!
; )
The art of 21st century life is finding your own personal freedom within the system..... i have found mine.
Most children have theirs.
No such thing Dusk (ooo i am a one!)
The last thing you should do is apologise for that, Sax.
Come up with something nice? That's fine, but a reality piece is great sometimes.
Look, I only just got here, It's 11.45 pm local time and I'm ready for bed. I may pop in again tomorrow and try not to rant too much....
On second reading in cold light of day:
Your piece says it all (Or most of it) Sax. I maintain that is reality you put up there so eloquently. Maybe not for everyone, and judging by the mostly tepid responses from poets above, certainly not for them. However, for millions (and I am just referring to the western so called democracies here) it is.
My next effort, presently on the slips awaiting a quick once over is in much the same topic area, although has nowhere the same coverage.
I feel my support will do nothing for your standing here, - so my apologies for that. 😊
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