Paul Latham Poems
|2.||Me and us all.||1/22/2008|
|4.||A Poet wishing, watching, waiting||4/14/2008|
|6.||Thought of the Day||1/22/2008|
|7.||Who are we? Me.||1/22/2008|
|9.||A product of State manufacturing||1/23/2008|
|10.||Sitting at Work||1/25/2008|
|11.||Ode to Mankind||1/27/2008|
|13.||Sunday Evening Blues||3/3/2008|
|15.||Just Ants on the road||4/10/2008|
|16.||Rain, Sun, Summer||4/11/2008|
We work to live a life that’s free,
But free for who? We just don’t see.
Freedom to work and slave away, freedom oppression are here to stay.
The meaning of freedom has disappeared.
Control and Order of the masses we hear,
But who controls our life for free?
Money, Greed, the weed of our kings.
Kings and Queens, they spread this disease, to company exec’s, it’s all there to see.
We just accept to live a lie, and my freedom apparent doesn’t seem to suffice.