National Poetry Day Freedom poems part 2: Freedom, the great illusion by Ryan Woods

I am not a silent poet

Freedom, that tangible sense of liberty
The essence of democracy
Free love. Free thought. Free speech
But, are any of us ever really free?
We extol our freedom of choice
But, how many times
has that voice
inside our head said, “No!” “You can’t do that”
And whilst the fat cats, get fatter
and the rich, get richer;
we never see the whole picture
The puzzle is always missing that one piece…
Peace, like freedom
is little more than a fairy tale
It is something
that we reassure our children about,
so that they can sleep at night.
Because, in our dreams, we can be anything we want.
In reality, we are all slaves; to the system.


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