Choice is such a lazy word
So easy to sell as virtue
It must be good I have heard
Even though it hurts you
But the choices you should treasure
With value more than gold
Are the ones lost to you
Are ones which others hold
Your choice to make a protest
Against Government plans
Your choice to go on strike
Are gripped in Politicians’ hands
But a choice to work all hours
Will be protected all the while
As the choices you are offered
Will be decided with great guile
But then if choice for freedom is clearly expressed
You’re told there is no alternative
For you cannot know what’s best
You cannot choose what life to live
Or how to enjoy your rest
For the choices you are offered
Are distractions made to hide
The Liberties you do not have
And the Freedoms you’re denied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem