Freedom (Poem)

A sip on a hot cup of coffee
A rejection and denial to be free
Ages of suppression of the soul
But who can tell, it’s a game without a foul
Freedom is but an illusion
an illusion only a few can see
they can see and yet they cant flee
from the imposing heat that suppresses the soul
brains twitch in pains of sorrow
knowing that there is no better tomorrow
many a time fighters took it to the battle
shedding blood like slain cattle
where are the fruits to be reaped
only dead sons and daughters who’ve been raped
please universe, have mercy and let freedom reign
let the fat drops touch the ground from your marvellous rain
but we all know,
yes, freedom is but an illusion

 © Dredd X