Too Little
I feel the world coming in around me.
I can not breath.
People always talking about the green.
It is hard to see
how something like that
can hold all the power.
How it can take.
Never gives without a cost.
How it controls liberty, and happiness.
Yet without it we have nothing.
It dictates what we can do.
How we live.
Where I can Learn.
All I want is to learn,
but the dictator says no.
I have too little.
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