Fear Of Freedom
They fear from afar
The freedom denied to them
Made cold iron bars their home
Darkness their daylight
Made soft hands cruel
Vented rage and spleen on corners of hyde park
Stood erect and hovered over passers by
In servile anorak and worn out jeans
Put the P back into' Proliteriat'
The M into Messiah
Made a 'name' out of 'prophet and preacher and seer'
Talked red Red,
Flushed with cheeks full of roses
Preaching marx and hope for the chained masses
You talk of liberty
Of crusts of bread
Of stale words and stagnant water
And endless death
There is 'no hope' you preach 'no hope of freedom'
Just the thought of it makes you run for your life
Back into your safehouse full of' possibilities'
Theories and lies
When they are gone
These children who have found the light
Who will listen?
Take the dog from the bone
And he will hunger for all he does not have
Staring at the face of poverty
In a street full of gold
Knowing the pursuit of happiness is all he has ever 'owned'
yvette m smith nov 08
- quotes about jeans
- quotes about freedom
- quotes about parks
- quotes about poverty
- quotes about red
- quotes about roses
- quotes about dogs
- quotes about happiness
- quotes about bread
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