Freedom tapered or banged into progress towards control,
the more we had of which
the less we had of
Freedom,
the more we thought we'd never have
Freedom again,
the more we sought control.
I never seek control, especially control by media about topical issues like climate change. I am free to think for myself and I do that to the maximum, although my only outlet is writing an occasional letter to newspapers. This brilliant poem made me rethink the issues.
Nice. This fits with a newish concept I am tossing around: The opposite of freedom is not control, it is wild. Its a mesh of things I've drawn from Joseph Campbell. In short, freedom is the coastal shores of a worthless life & hopeless existence. In practical terms, those who cling to 'it' the most, are the most deprived, rife with evil, & malicious minds ever made by human experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem provides rudimentary ideas about freedom and control... nicely expressed!