
Agency
Americans were born free
free to believe
free to speak
free to do
to disagree
to great effect
or so we presumed
until in our proclivity
we proselytised
we spoke out
then we marched
even protested
unto rational causes
because we were free
but
to what end?
in grand schemes our freedom
was impotent
was ineffectual
was illusory?
after all that was done
beyond ourselves
we had changed nothing
soon we realized
the illusions of choice
never were we truly the masters
for in reality
as we push the boundaries
everywhere we are in chains
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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