are we really free?A Poem by khalidjust an opinion of freedomMy friend and I, went down the street, to walk And during our walk, we had some talk He told me how much people became, free I asked him, free? Really? Are we? What is your proof? Tell me? Look at that needy over there, begging a millionaire And the millionaire, proudly opening his car door Then throws a coin to the needy on the floor If we are really free, would that needy choose to be As he? If we are really free, no sad people would there be You can't recognize to whom you are a slave? We are slaves for god, for fate We are slaves for divine force We are slaves for traditions and customs we are slaves for our feelings and needs We are slaves for nature and its disasters And to that endless number of masters, We are slaves! Were you even free to pick your name? Could you choose where or when to get born? Could you choose your race and color? Could you choose your father or your mother? Could we even choose to be here right now? If you are really free, would you have chosen to be, Now with me? © 2012 khalidAuthor's Note
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