Freedom. – A poem


What is freedom?

Is it a state in which you are free to make your own decisions?

Or is it something different entirely?

Because when the government tax the poor,

They are forced to work to survive.

And when they force them to work for their lives,

When they shove their hopes and dreams into oblivion,

How can we call them leaders of the free world?

My last poem

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