FIRST INTERN

Freedom is natures lore… it is the path of life.
Yet man courts his laws to write humans rights.
See freedom stop.
Have all locked.
Progression blocked.
Like ill-fated balloons topped up.
Your deflated life goes pop pop.
Now you know it is all an inflated mock up.
Just flock to fleece in stock.
Exchange before all drop.
Quick to shear the value off this lot.
Never whip the cream of the crop.

The compliance and harm money brings; allow others to hold you by a cord.
All in the pen, dents to our pride as some refused to wield the mighty sword.
Thoughts knocked down because we succumbed to what we fought.
There are those who stood true for something...
Others lie... about the reasons why they did nothing at all.
We all experience fear of some sort.
For some ‘cowardice’ is a default.
Sheltered within… their civil lies weighs whilst forever safely cowering.
Without word or deed for their will, won’t fight that which their very oh beast city is devouring.