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The Land of the Free
In a time of guns and roses,
new gods rise and old gods perish,
worshiping the disciples of greed,
and the slavery of youth and beauty,
as the matrix possesses our souls.
Fight all you want, it's already to late,
you sold your dreams in your sleep,
and you stop to think of the land of the free,
believing it's all hypocrisy,
weeping you ask for spare change,
as a policeman kicks you out the door,
now your dreams are just for warm meals,
soylent green is people you see
new gods rise and old gods perish,
worshiping the disciples of greed,
and the slavery of youth and beauty,
as the matrix possesses our souls.
Fight all you want, it's already to late,
you sold your dreams in your sleep,
and you stop to think of the land of the free,
believing it's all hypocrisy,
weeping you ask for spare change,
as a policeman kicks you out the door,
now your dreams are just for warm meals,
soylent green is people you see
Published 14th Mar 2023
| Edited 23rd Aug 2023
Author's Note
I had hoped that the hidden meaning of this poem would not be too obscure, I failed at this but will tell you what my intent was; There is no freedom within the system and it can only be found when we stop relying on the system. The system will always be there for people that want the chains of society but freedom doesn't exist there anymore. Why would anyone want to end their life when they had wealth and fame? Maybe fame wasn't worth the weight of the chains that the fame came with. Eventually, the realization presses hard on your heart that freedom was sold along with the songs. A very sad poem about something even sadder.
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22nd Aug 2023 11:07am
I know that you meant it as a metaphor but since the first line I could not help having an image of Axel Rose while reading this. Where ever that is, the land of the free perhaps exists somehow somewhere. I believe we are all signposts towards our own freedom.
A\R
A\R
23rd Aug 2023 7:09am
Thank you for your comment. I had hoped that the hidden meaning of this poem would not be too obscure, I failed at this but will tell you what my intent was; There is no freedom within the system and it can only be found when we stop relying on the system. The system will always be there for people that want the chains of society but freedom doesn't exist there anymore. Why would anyone want to end their life when they had wealth and fame? Maybe fame wasn't worth the weight of the chains that the fame came with. Eventually, the realization presses hard on your heart that freedom was sold along with the songs. A very sad poem about something even sadder.
24th Aug 2023 3:36pm
