Are we free?
They say that we are free,
But are we?
They say that we can do whatever we please,
But can we?
I stand in the grass,
Staring at that flag.
I stare hard,
As though we are going to battle.
"I am free."
I say as though it actual means something.
There is no response,
Just silence.
I scream at the top of my lungs,
"I AM FREE!"
It didn't change a thing.
I didn't feel any different.
"Why do they say we are free,
If we don't feel free?
If we were really free,
We would feel free. Right?"
They say that I am free,
But am I?
They say that I can do whatever I please,
But can I?
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