Freedom's Chains
Where have I been, what have I done,
what have I lost, what have I won.
I do not really care at all,
unless my back’s against a wall.
For I am happy to be free
and do whatever pleases me.
Some people are not free at all
and live their lives ‘against a wall’.
No hope in life for them you see,
by circumstance, they can’t be free.
Suppressed by things they can’t control,
their life becomes hell’s darkest hole.
If you think freedom is a choice,
try saying this without a voice.
Where death awaits if you cry out
and you mourn friends who tried to shout.
This is the place some have their home,
where freedom has no place to roam.
I’ll not define these captive’s chains
for they all come by many names.
The things that most all think are free
are not all what they seem to be.
For others may not have a choice
....deprived of liberty and voice.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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