Freedom Cost
Freedom has snuck its way into the English dictionary,
Developed a non-existing definition,
And fooled the human mind and heart.
Some slaves to man
Others to love
All to money.
Cha-ching cha-ching
Chimes the sound of enslavement.
Beholding much more power than the eyes can see,
The Benjamins are the unknown deity.
May be in the presence of one
More often than the other,
But he doesn’t discriminate on any basis.
Once a tree turned to paper,
He’s become much more than a want
But a need.
With his power
Has he stripped away the “freedom”
Life once possessed.
Ironic indeed
Subjective to the actions itself
Has a robbery been committed.
The phenomenon is that
Once with power,
Much more must be gained.
In search of endless power has
He made all life necessities
Dependent on him.
He just won’t go away
And with the world’s instinctive nature
Never will.
The world revolves on competition--
On greed.
This greed provides justification
For why there’s no such word as
Free.
No free anything
No free food
No free education
Love even has a price tag,
And most can’t afford it.
A single mother
Three jobs, two kids
Is dying in debt.
The kids haven’t ate outside from home
Since their father had left for a business trip
Two years ago.
Meals on the table
Are as crusty as
The coins used for their purchase.
Money is as tight as the family bond.
Are they happy?
Yes.
But so they lie.
They lie to deny
Their imprisonment to the dollar bill.
Years of a vaguely hidden burden fly by,
And before the thought of it can even be conceived,
The eldest is headed off to college.
But what?
College isn’t free?
But of course not.
And it isn’t cheap either.
But grade school was free (at least to her),
So why a price for college education?
Why a price for love?
Seeking a new companion,
Her heart’s been polluted
To pick men based on wealth.
No matter ugly or handsome,
Money is true beauty
Or at least she’s telling herself.
Vice-versa,
It is hard to find “The One”
When most men judge, by nature,
On appearance.
A woman in heels, strutting a Louis Vuitton purse
Is cashed in much more than
A woman in rags and dirt.
But how can she help it?
She’s sacrificed everything,
The little that she had,
For her kids.
The changes clinging in her battle-torn jean pockets
Are of no value to any clothing department.
And so is she actually free?
Promised the liberty to live as she wants
For the pursuit of happiness?
No.
She’s not.
And she never will be.