Freedom Is Free
Freedom is free
He bribed his way to the top
Bribed his way to the pinnacle of his dreams
visions,passion, prayers
he silenced the voice of justice by the treasure in his pocket
he bought the words out of those standing for truth-
they tried to utter but words failed them
he made of no effect the words of the enlightened
by the gold mine in his bank account
but here he stands now
with every success life can kiss ones palm with
he stands boasting to bribe out of his way one last mountain:- freedom from guilt
now he stands, but hustling to bribe the voice from the dark gently whispering; Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Now finally he stands confused-hoping to bribe his way to freedom from self-condemnation
Light shines in his darkened understanding;
then he realizes:
inner-freedom is free but who can buy it?
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