You show me the bad
you try to change my act
you think I cannot think
and I turn you off in a blink.
You – you rob me,
straight face!
That is not a fee,
there is no trace
of liberty;
it’s not my free-will
participation
or collaboration.
It’s a bill
for distortion.
Corruption.
You lie when you say
this is the land of free.
Nothing you know about freedom
when you abide to a kingdom.
How can I not resist
to this huge farce?
How can I exist
like a harnessed horse?
Rosangela Taylor
(for Writer's Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge, April/15 - Theme, "Resistance". Photo also by Rosangela Taylor)
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