Shackles, Inc.

I refuse to be enslaved

To a system that takes me nowhere

Except into the realms of corporate capitalism

Entrapped in the jaws of money-hungry mutants

who value mundane meaninglessness

over human compassion.

Who would rather live rich and brainless

than eliminate the world’s corruption.

I will break free

from the shackles of tyranny

 

To achieve a single dream:

Global Harmony.

Feigning Freedom

You cannot have something

And not have it

Simultaneously.

You cannot feign feelings

To keep someone around.

You cannot hide the truth

To hold on to a lie.

You cannot love someone

and make them cry.

Love is not freedom

It is sacrifice

It is imprisonment

Of one’s selfishness.

It is unconditional kindness

It is wanting someone

Simply for their presence.

Love is not broken promises

Adorned with passionate kisses.

Love is not a flame

Engulfed in a waterfall.

Love is either all in

Or not at all.

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Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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Mirrors: A Reflection

 

What if mirrors were never created?

Would we all be differentiated?

Would categorization based on appearance be common,

Or would we be united, all humanity as one?

If everyone around you, you could perceive

But your own face you could not retrieve

Would that make you humble, or full of pride?

Would you let society dictate your every stride?

Or would you embrace your freedom?

We are more than just a sum

Of the parts that make us a whole.

The most fundamental element is our soul.

If mirrors did not exist,

Neither would our fists.

Instead, we would extend our hands

To embrace all of human kind,

Against discrimination we would stand

To our dissimilarities we’d become blind.

The world would know no hate, no destruction

For we would be too occupied in self-reflection.

 

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