Are We Free

Country taxing me for a living
Tax eating me for my doing 
Enemies hate me for resisting 
Hate kills me for mere existing

Am I the only one suffering 
Or one among many paining
Life came freely , Him gifting 
It's us who made it less loving.

Society brought rules abiding 
Saying all men need a fixing 
Where is my freedom hiding 
If I am a pawn in their playing?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Lamoureux Avatar
November 30, 2019 at 8:17 AM
Sometimes the restrictions are the source of our freedom. For example following God’s direction. Those who do not believe feel that it restricts freedom, those who know God have freedom revealed to them.
Somadas Avatar
November 19, 2019 at 10:59 PM
##Where is my freedom hiding## Freedom doesn't give you freedom from your responsibilities..
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