What is freedom, but a word.
It doesn’t mean a thing.
We shall crawl and never get up.
Our voices forgot how to sing.
This rope encircling our necks,
tightens when we pull away.
Not far are we allowed to go,
only our thoughts are left to stray.
As slaves, we have no rights,
nor can we escape the darkness ahead.
There’ll be no flame to burn the noose,
and put an end to tyranny’s spread.
Our burden is of our own making.
With the devil, we made a deal.
If he let’s us live in bondage,
on bended knee, we’ll kneel.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
But do you know who is our main warden, jailer? We are, and our beliefs.
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True, Lou and that is why in the poem, I state, “Our burden is of our own making.” We take the easy way out and the easy way out is just pretend that everything is right as rain and if we mutely acquiesce to everything that is flung at us, our oppressors will let us keep some freedoms, some rights. We don’t even have the sense God gave a goat to realize that the more we allow our oppressors to take from us, the more they will and soon any semblance we had of freedom, we can kiss it the fuck goodbye! Yes, that shit is on us and we’re not going to do a goddamn thing about it because we’ve gone soft and pliable so long as the lights are on for the majority of us and of course we have the all important Facebook and Twitter.
Yes, we are our own worse enemy.
Thanks for taking the time to comment Lou!
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A lady sang “freedom is just another word for nothing else to lose.”
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“Freedom,” is just a word and we have already lost it.
Thanks HLJ!
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Freedom is no more than tolerance for those who stay within their place and within the rules.
Within the fence
chihuahuas are huge
as they bark at the pit bull
it’s their turf, a refuge
Free to do as he pleases
after all in his yard
he becomes the fiercest of warriors
and that fence is his guard
While in the fence it doesn’t matter
the size of his foe
his bravery comes forth
and he puts on a great show
Yes this little dog knows
he’s got enough common sense
that his freedom exists
inside of the fence
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I’ve got to hand it to you Beej! That right there, sums it all up!
And your poem is spot on!
I hope you have been well. Haven’t seen you around, but glad you stopped in. Hope your Labor Day was great!
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for the most part, our calls to world of words and issues have taken us in very different directions. i still like to stop by from time to time though. i’ll try to say hello a little more often. stay well and as always, stay true to who you are.
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Thanks Beej! And you do likewise!
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