It means naught,
When freedom comes with restrictions
It means naught,
When life comes with impositions
Stifling surroundings,
Impenetrable enclosures
Snuffed out kindles,
By provocative flames
Banked embers,
By ignited zealots
Seemingly obvious,
Yet glaringly opaque
Mocking outsiders,
Impervious to the misery inside...
Embittered natives,
Falling prey to the manipulative
beyond...
Everyday diabolism
Everyday contradictions
A reality,
Nothing less than a fatality...
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