My American View
Freedom.
Is that what you call it?
Being able to walk and talk as long as you are watched and heard,
Having our voices quieted when honor-bound truth creates a hell-bound stir,
Or the fact that divine life belongs to a blasphemous piece of persuading paper.
To me, freedom is unknown
Ripped long ago
Stolen from our flesh, breath, and bone.
Merely convinced we are free
Believing this is how it’s supposed to be;
We paint our life’s pictures as we are told what we need and what to believe.
Holding onto images we continue to create
We build our ego and discard the ability to deliberate,
Freedom is just as we are, hidden behind fiction’s gate.
As the FDA approves of food only meant to save a few cents
Our brilliant minds are weakened and left with a lack of common sense,
Played by approval ratings
Scammed by “Big Pharma”
What is one mans pain is another ones karma.
To be free is to know you are limitless
To love through interconnectedness
To walk pleasantly through trees you were born to see,
The unfortunate contrary of popular belief.
For some reason you believe, to see natures most beautiful scenes, you must pay per person to a fool who simply said this is how it should be.
A fool who claims land as his own, even though we all know, that land had been there long before that fool or his blood had a face to show.
So if you’d ask me if I think we are free,
I would say no.
Furthermore, if you’d ask me, given our vast amount of choices don’t we seem free?
I would say simply, to seem is the difference between reality and make believe,
For believing in what seems does not change nightmares to dreams.
Copyright © Dillon Flom | Year Posted 2022
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