Gifted Freedom

 

Gifted freedom at last

but at what cost

to fill coffers of the unjust

to mark a year down as lost

because the reserves are thinning

now the cash tills start ringing

 

Gifted freedoms, but liberty is stolen

gifted free roam, but the walls are still closing

like a gothic room complete with spikes of doom

to pierce our hearts and put us down in our tombs

now go forth and consume

the vaults are empty, there is plenty of room

 

Gifted freedom to spend

like a prisoner released

into the world at its end

to face one final beast

a disease

with no viral load seen under a microscope

just a cash machine filled to overload

 

Gifted freedom, but our freewill is stolen

we must go forth and embark on the misguided notion

that we need to spend to feel good within

that filling their pockets will release us from sin

because their assets are trickling

like a stream running dry

what they want from us is to

buy.

buy.

buy

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle.