Fruits of Freedom

Freedom is one of life's many virtues.

Possibilities in endless numbers.

Creativity, through freedom, flows true.

Stagnation and life driven asunder.

The seed of a plant with many a fruit;

The value of which is beyond our dreams.

It taste far sweeter than mass-produced loot;

From a meer harvest of sheep, so it seems.

In times of strife our fruit is stolen, gone,

For those who prefer sheep for their bidding.

But fight, we must. They can't have even one,

A web of demise, in shadows, knitting.

The fruits of the masses are free for all.

The restriction of freedom, nations fall.