Freedom
It’s an abstract concept
Means different things
To different people
(Look at all those
who think they’re free
chained by the hour
to a screen or TV)
All those who have to work
Not for any satisfaction
Just if not
It’s putrefaction-
They need the money
They have no choice
They earn their crust
But they have no voice.
Everyone’s watched
By cameras or police
Your name’s on a list
On someone’s P.C.
Wherever you go
There’s an eye in the sky
(You’re never alone
With a ‘friendly’ drone)
You might as well
Just stay in bed
Because the only place
Where freedom’s found
Where walls break down
And your soul’s not bound
Is in your mind.
Open it.
And fly………….
-
Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2022 11:11
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 19
Offline)
Comments3
Liked it a lot Love from India....
Thank you, Suhrida! Love back from Spain!
Freedom means different things to the people in charge and the people they are in charge of. So many countries facing this dilemma. So it is in our own minds. So true.
Very true Keith. I feel that I am free a in my retirement I can do what I want to do, it is wonderful.
Andy
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.