The Shackles of Freedom
The people are free
Free to think
Free to live
Free to follow their dreams
Yet the young minds are forced
To follow the dictates of their ancestors
Moral policing gains new heights
The fledgling thoughts get stifled
Emotions are burnt
At the stake of societal pressures
Young nubile bodies turn to zombies
Will there be an end to this terrorism of judgment
When will this murder of thoughts cease?
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