by Dada de Dada
Fetish your freedom
Deprive me of mine
No intrusive constraints
For you’re doing fine
No interference
Decide your own fate
Keep back outsiders
Fight conspiracy state
Making you mean
Making you sad
Fetish your freedom
For all rules are bad
But in your freedom
You’ve become less free
Imprisoned by thinking
Seeing no value in me
Waving your flag
Defining only your good
Retreat to mind silos
Defending your ‘hood’
Proclaiming their freedom
Loud voices take wing
But with no harmony notes
In songs that they sing
No walls or chains
Nothing must bind
No path obstructed
No diversion of mind
Absolute freedom
Choose where to go
Accepting no boundaries
Freedom fetish on show
But make free to succeed
Comes another cry
Lifting them all
Not passing them by
The weak, the poor
They too, must rise
Freedom provides
A future realise
Colliding views
Thus take to the air
One would leave
The people bare
With freedom to fail
Their source of pride
While the other would
Shape, nudge, and guide
A thought landscape
Split thus in two
With freedom ‘from’
For the anointed few
And freedom ‘to’
A broader quest
Where life for all
Should be the best
The path to freedom
Along which we roam
Moulds and shapes
Our inner home
Some see walls
They must always break
Some see bridges
They could always make
Liberty, a common flag
Yet storms are blowing
So anchors drag
And the unity fleet
Draws far apart
For each believes
Deep in their heart
Freedom must win
To be a country great
Yet their freedom fetish
Offers a different fate.
Freedom reforged
On an anvil of hate
Hammered and bent
Mind tool to create
Perverting power
Oligarch’s machine
Algorithms promoting
Arguments mean
Sow disinformation
On freedom’s fields
Poisoned harvests
Increasing yields
Truth mutations
Now feast on free
Infecting roots
Destroying the tree
Fetish of freedom
Distorted and dark
Imprisoning minds
Striking the spark
So ‘free speech’ warlords
Step to the fore
Subverting and silencing
And ‘the people’ ignore
For their use is over
They played their part
For their freedom of speech
Spoke only to heart
Yet the warlord armies
In mind silos they wait
Fed conspiracy plots
And threats to the state
Held in reserve
As the useful fools
Pulled string puppets
Locked to digital tools.
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