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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