Your Freedom

Your freedom’s gonna kill ya,
It’s gonna chain us all.

Freedom is not like a scale,
where every thought is even,
every action is weighed the same,
ignorance and reason equal.

Especially if your Freedom
is not really freedom,
but instead just popular belief.

You can’t tell me what to do
and if I did what you say
they’d laugh and ridicule me.
Everyone thinks this way,
Just like lemmings off a cliff.
I can’t be different, rock the boat,
Geez, not be like everyone else.
More like sheep than free men.

Your stupidity is oppression,
enslavement of me, tyranny,
being the victim of your insanity.
Believing the world is flat
Or the moon made of cheese
sure a shit doesn’t make it so;

All you have then is a child’s fairy tale.
But worse still, it enslaves you
because no one survives alone.
Nothing exists in a void, a vacuum,
and certainly not true freedom.
Reality demands truth, proof,
no matter what you believe,
and freedom is not the right
to take fantasy as your truth.

So your freedom’s Gonna kill ya,
it’s gonna chain you to a wall.
But, by far, worst of all,
It’s going to make you unfree.

F. Henderson's poetry is drawn from a lifetime on the streets seeking to create the pathways for the oppressed to find their humanity. The struggles, the insights, the hard lessons learned. Anti-social in a world that is anti-human. He has had numerous articles published on American History and the Law and has now added poetry to his arsenal of weapons against this anti-human society we reside in. Read other articles by F..