A starving human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves clean water and healthy food.
A dumb human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves guidance and entertainment.
A homeless human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves safety and protection.
A sick human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves care and medicine.
An old human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves a legacy, a meaningful task.
A poor human doesn’t need freedom.
SHe craves integrity and power.
Bear with me, cause these chains keep me captive,
for their sheer thought keeps me struggling
that I do not notice, how empty
my life has become.
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Disobedience and resilience are the shadows
that freedom casts in an unjust environment.
Dancing in the light of a bonfire called riot,
distorted shapes of giddy and childish ways
This is no civil BBQ to feed the angry masses
It’s not marshmallows that roast in the fire,
just stacks of colored -mostly green- paper slips.
Broken promises, outdated ideas wither to ash.
On the pile of useless things I didn’t need
Ripped from my daily life, the spoiled seeds
fall into the bloody mud of war or revolution.
Deny the greed, I deny myself captivity.
Come on, pretend you haven’t been sleeping,
you haven’t been an inhumane joke!
Now I wonder what I crave. I crave good writings and poem and I guess I found it in this piece, truly clever.
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Thanks 🙂
– for you, alternative verses: A lonely (hu)man doesn’t need freedom. (S)He craves intimacy and understanding.
Keep yanking the chains of your captivity, till you find freedom and truth. 😉
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I’ll keep yanking then. 🙂
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