Oppressive Dystopia

“What is this strange place we find ourselves in Trapped in the open, we are free within.” Perhaps a more interesting question we should ask... If freedom can be won, how do we consummate the task? Can it be found in a world that seems determined to drown? Is this peculiar place we reside the reason why we frown? And what of the blank faces that stare with blinded eyes? Are they merely masked to hide their fear in disguise? Questions without answers leave us emotionally trapped. Gob smacked of our free will and impotent to adapt to the truth that is incapable of setting any of us free to live in an orderly place, without the need for a referee. Oh, to live without turmoil and riots, or wars for any cause, where neighbors are friendly. Give that thought a pause. Each crisis is becoming more like a game of jackstraws, only adding to the tension and the unsheathing of claws. What an oppressive dystopia we now find ourselves in, where everyone holds a grenade, threatening to pull the pin! It's often been said that the cost of freedom is a high price, but no one can escape if we're held in the jaws of a vise. September 19, 2022 Your Second Chance 2Nd Submission: Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet N/A'd in April 2022 Contest "The Matrix" sponsored by Unseeking Seeker