Oppressive Freedom Poem by Paul Latham

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.
I’m free to write the truth for all,
But most are blind, especially the poor.
Are voices count, are thoughts are own, are thoughts all different, yet many folk are drones,
Drones for feeding the rich, not poor, filling their pockets with more more more.
Equality will never show, it’s a lie and the rich all know.
The only way to stop it grow, is to live a life that’s free and hope.
Hope that one day will come, we’ll all be free and think as one.
That day might never come, but hope will save me from my conundrum.