Freedom
Doff these shackles,
No longer I wish to tread the path of my forefathers,
Never again shall I sweat and toil,
And bruise and weep and bleed for greeds fulfilment.
Neither do I wish to grind this chore,
Or hammer thy pick against the rugged face,
Or wheel black gold for others glory.
Instead, I will live in colour,
To enjoy every minute until my breath fades cold,
Each passing moment in this mad place indulged on my own terms,
Without tariff and without exception,
Without question and without remark,
Respect me for who I am,
Understand me for who I wish to be,
Then will I have true freedom and be at peace.
Copyright © Nick Evans | Year Posted 2022
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