Be the master of your own destiny
Whom are they kidding?
Conform I hear them say
Believe this or that
Watched over by the state
Everything tagged in someway
Cameras watching every move in the street
Pictures taken every time withdrawals made
Photo licences for all
Bank details, vehicle documents, everything
All fed into a computer
Into something that’s safety is so dubious
Being brainwashed
Hung out to dry in full view
Needing licences for marriage
Next, we will need one to die
Have a passport, if we say you can
First, you have to conform
You may say that we are free
Free, where are we free?
Everything has a price
Our price is our freedom
Thinkers beware
Somewhere down the line you will pay
Pay for the thoughts up to now free
I wonder what will happen, if they will charge us, to breathe?
Will it be by lung capacity?
Maybe by the purity of what we breathe
When I say they, whom do I mean
Not just one man
Not even ten thousand men
Men and women who are in the system
Cogs of the uncontrollable
Applying strict rules, no corner cutting
Adhered to right down to the last letter
Freedom is an idea
Not a fact
Just a thought
That has to conform
Gordon D Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-just-an-idea/
