Freedom
Indeed, we have given up.
Freemen, once...now happy slaves?
No longer able to drink from a Church cup.
We are the most willing knaves.
Tragically, to those who unlawfully
locked us up.
Stockholm Syndrome has us by the throat.
We are grateful to our masters for our lifelong
sentence?
Never realizing we must be the butt of jokes.
Contended as our end draws near.
Taken prisoner by a phenomenal,
life-demeaning hoax.
September 12, 2020
7pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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