Our hearts scream, “Let freedom reign!”
But find comfort in the captivity of our cages;
Crying to be free,
When we are the only ones holding our freedom captive.
Sometimes, if not often,
The ways in which we celebrate our “freedom”
And devices of,
And occasionally even the reasons for,
These celebrations of “freedom”,
Mere illusions of true freedom;
Our pride and joy,
Alas, so many of us depend on
A government constitution,
The approval of others,
To tell us when and how we may be free.
But I ask,
How is it true freedom
If we are told when and how to be free?
Who is more free,
A man who speaks freely because he lives in a land where the authorities have granted him “freedom of speech”
A man who lives in a land where freedom of speech is restricted,
Who speaks out,
Because he is truly free?
Can determine or administer
Our freedom is not found in the constraints of the mirages we have created to convince ourselves we are free.
Is found in our hearts and minds,
No matter what situation we are in,
Or how and when we are told to be in that situation,
Or what our circumstances attempt to dictate;
When we acknowledge that we are the only ones holding our freedom captive,
And we release ourselves
To be free,
Then we are truly free;
The freedom found in the mind of a prisoner,
The freedom found in the song of the enslaved who choose to sing out loud the iniquities of their oppressor,
The freedom found in the heart of a young child who is blissfully unaware of the constraints imposed and expected by society,