Freedom
Freedom rides an all bright
white horse with wings,
but you can't see them,
you have to think of them first,
to see them with your mind's eyes
and then put them on, on you.
Freedom is in the mind first,
then in the chains,
many minds melted chains and tamers
and others lock them by themselves.
Some prefer to look the ground
and do as they're told,
the tiger hits the bars
with her head and dies,
the lion doesn't.
Copyright © Faysunkle Fay's Unkle | Year Posted 2018
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