FREEDOM

Constantly my pen hit on paper
Asking myself 
Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith
That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out  only to be cut of 
Like the sound of joy taking flight and filling the streets

You see from birth to bed of no existence
Like a bird in a cage 
I cried for freedom,but freedom was an island of cages 
We are told that we are free in the pages of a book 
Like books in a library our freedom has been confined to the walls we see 

You see God guaranteed freedom,but responsibility limits it to choice like a child I thought freedom was for grown ups ,wen I got in the train  of adult hood for freedom was an illusion because you are immune with immunity gives no choice for invisibility

Our protectors can't protect us people who are supposed to stop stealing now steal from us  
leaders of tomorrow 
Who's tomorrow never comes 
Like religion monsters who buried lies in the sermons of greener pastures.
Master of lies laying destructive eggs incubated with psychological Vision 
With prophesying the unseen Vision

Let this be The Genesis of our evolution

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