Free
To think, is to be free.
To speak out, is to live without fear.
Do not take these rights away from me,
Or face an armed insurgency.
Individuality. Liberty.
Collectivism is to shed these rights,
To willingly shackle your hands and deny sovereignty.
The revolution never ended, tyranny still exists.
The IRS still steals what is rightfully ours, despite the raising of fists
No more. Our voices must be heard.
I looked up to the sky and saw a bird fly.
It opened its beak, uttering out a cry.
It glided on its wings and landed on a tree.
To think is to be free.
This poem is about:
My country
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