Freedom Born
The average man, labours all his days,
striving to better his average ways..
Each new day brings toil and more,
bigger worries than the day before..
Bill,s to pay, work to do,
another day to battle through..
No tunnels end..no shining light,
just the curse of work to mar his plight..
Can the average man not get his share
of life,s sweet riches lying there...
No..duty stops the average man,
from plundering wealth wherever he can..
And so deny him of his right,
to live at ease both day and night..
But..work it is to have and hold,
to make him grey before he,s old..
Never a thought of quality here,
only illusions dangled near..
That tempt and fool and compensate,
and lure him to live at a hectic pace..
But..dear reader..this need,nt be so,
if the beam of common sense is allowed to glow..
An idea can open up a complete new dawn
and from it freedom will be born..
If it is money..that makes him the slave,
why should he grovel..or crave..
If he makes do..and he probably knows he can,
He will eventually become his own man,s man..
No more will he listen to outlandish tales,
of those whose words would fill a clippers sails
Never again his cap to dock,
never again ruled by a clock..
Never again to compete for,
for those crazy things that make life neat..
He has no need to follow the timid tribe,
and timidly accept a token bribe..
Average men are mighty indeed,
average men satisfy, many of their greed..
Average men should know..they,ve heard it all
they should,nt be fooled by the two faced call..
The average man,s life need,nt be grim,
he should strive to do things that help to enrich him..
The spirit of life will then ring out,
and the average man won,t be pushed about..
He,ll just stand back and look around..
And listen well..but not make a sound..
And laugh with glee..from deep within..
And bless the day he began to win..
It is then that he will rise from the barrel,s floor
and realise he,s not average any more..
Copyright © Chris Redfern | Year Posted 2012
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