Born in a Planet, sentenced to The World.

Sometimes we feel like this life,
Like a prison it can be.
And the systems, and rules of this World can lock us up,
...And sometimes we do accept them, as our own,
And all of a sudden it feels like a prison.

Yet life is free,
Real life is made on Planet Earth, and not in the World,
We need to attach ourselves to the Planet Earth,
And detach ourselves from the World,
...For the World is created by Men, hence it is a prison.

But The Planet Earth,
Oh; The Planet Earth,
Is a natural land, created by no Human hand...
And it is the place you and I need to be...
For it is The Land of the free.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Let's not hope so...about your Author's note....I see your analogy here within this read...and you lay out your thoughts about life and prison...but in life it's not just about waiting out your time...there's much to do before your time is up...and we can go into the dynamics of this subject...but I believe you know what I am saying...without writing out a complete investigation of a write...

[Simon Omboga]

Let me Re-write this poem, so as to add the 'Life' into it.