The Price of Freedom

A true talk said that freedom isn’t free.
Unknowingly we freely dance in it,
Distributing awesome steps in carefree.

All our energy in it we commit,
Forcing our ignorance to make dull smart,
Living our long existence in a skit.

Thinking the breeze we clash with is the art.
And the voices living our throats are wings
Of liberty that we can’t catch apart.

So we submit our ears to the fake things
Of life trying to merge them together
By investing into fingers,gold rings.

Engaging regardless of the weather
And paying prices for worthless leather.

Bangwan.