We are free
Free to believe
Worshiping at the temple of the immaculate misconception
Free to gamble on temperance
Win a happy ever after
Or lose out on life
We are free to chose
They gave us a voice
So we might have our say
Tick boxes
Toss the twofaced coin
The only choice they gave us
Is no choice at all
We are open to suggestion
Free to buy the things they make us want
Labelled by logo
We pay the cost of anonymity
Just to fit in
We are free to be sold
Commodity
We only truly listen when money talks
We have our price
But they never pay what we think we’re worth
We are free to speak
But they censure our words
Brand with the stigma of madness
We are free to speak
If we don’t say what they don’t want to hear
We are free to live in their free world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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