Sat, 04/29/2017 - 20:47 -- mtonk13

One day

We'd be free they said

We'd be liberated

If that's true

Then why are there still shackles

Weighing down my every move

Preventing me to take even the slightest step forward

But have no troubling yanking me back

As I sit in the dark corner of the rooms that bind me

I dream

I dream of life where I can truly do anything

Where I can walk freely with no fear of who passes by

Where a child lying on the street has as much chance of success as one lying in a bed

I was told I lived in the Land of the Free

But most the time, all I see around me are chains

This poem is about: 
My country


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