Will you Still Call it Freedom?A Poem by Jonny The Savage
In the New America, everything is a poor reflection of its former self - a faded photograph, in a memory box, covered in dust and dropping in neglect. Every revolutionary pillar of our state, felled like so many concrete Saddams; only to be replaced with meaningless mantras and illustrious illusions. Everyone knows this, they just don't realize that whipping the scapegoats only entices the wolves. Ideals vs. Reality, round 1,033, somehow it won't end in self-destruction and dehumanization this time...some how...
We all know the truth but speak in lies to prop up this lead balloon that's already breaking our backs. Will you still call it freedom when you're cowering in your home, wishing you had stood for something; wishing you weren't responsible for the Hellscape that will be all your descendants will ever know? © 2016 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2015 Last Updated on June 12, 2016 AuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more.. |

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