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Heya

Me again m'fraid Another poem I wrote, brushing on thw orkings of the king of literature, Mr. George Orwell (He's the king to me anyways, no one have a go at me )

Anyways the working title for the moment is 'Freedom', but I'm sure I can come up with something better than that. Well anyways, here it is, hoep you like it.


Freedom

Taught what to think,
Taught how to think.
Is there no way out ?
We were not told
to think of one.

State Loyalty.
State Dignity.

Gone in an instant.
Vaporised. cleansed.
The Perfect existance.
Totalitarianistic
Perfection.
At its height.

Are we even real ?
Theres no point
thinking nihilistical
thoughts. You could
get caught. Killed.
Wiped of existance.
Have we ever had freedom ?

Freedom is the power
to say 2 + 2 = 4.
Freedom was the power
to say 2 + 2 = 4.
Did we ever have that
freedom to begin with ?

Freedom is slavery,
A paradox in its self.
Could slaves argue to
their master that
2 + 2 = 4 ?

Did we ever have that
freedom to begin with ?
Last edited by ultrasonic at Jun 13, 2010,