Enslavement Of A Lesser Being Poem by Steven Cooke

Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way

For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
For when wheat replaces
The meadows and open spaces
And forests are felled, our oxygen smothered
Your fate is complete, it now belongs to another

When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a shot being fired
Your future mortgaged
And your rations of bread and water
Homogenised by supermarkets foreplay
Modern Taipans for us to obey

This is the legacy
There is no escape
Hunter gatherers no more
Mankind in a zoo of its own creation
Come, peer through the bars at,
This once great Nation
For freedom lies on the other side.