Freedom Country
I’m not speaking someone’s words
I don’t do somebody’s actions
Neither the Commons, nor the Lords
Represent my interactions
Journalists can rend the air
Formulating rather bluntly
What I am, but I’m not there
I don’t live in paper country
In my country there are trees
Gardens and some benches too
Parks and lawns, and birds and bees
People who say “I love you”
Music, arts, two-storeyed mansions
Ponds and rivers, cloudy skies
Things that wouldn’t get a mention
For the lazy reader's eyes
I’ve no use in politicians
That’s an awful part, isn’t it?
And moreover, the ficticious
Thing like ”nation” I don’t need
On the side of unessentials
I live carelessly free
Telling you no confidentials
What’s my country, they can’t see.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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