All of us are born free,
They would like us to believe,
But as soon as we’d hear and see,
They send our freedom on leave.
The first to make us enslaved,
Is memory with which we are born,
Generations of data is engraved,
Love, Fear, Amity, Jealousy and Scorn.
Then we have our parents,
With own and embedded ideas in mind,
They think they’re God’s only agents,
To teach us things of every kind.
Good and Bad is thus imprinted,
With each of their instructions,
You do exactly how they hinted,
Or gave you specific directions.
Already a puppet, you go to school,
To lose more freedom to knowledge of past,
They control you by the Book of the Rule,
And you thought you’d become an iconoclast.
And then you find a job with salary,
Your being bonded is now complete;
Your boss, at your expense, plays to gallery,
And you realise what poison is another man’s meat.
And if there is still some freedom left,
It is time for you to tie the nuptial knot;
You are finally, of all independence, bereft,
That, on being born, you had, from God, got.
And I haven’t talked about fads and habits,
That imprison you in their tight grip.
You hop from one to other like rabbits,
As if you are on a controlled trip.
The society and government keep you on leash,
Not ever wanting you to fall off the line,
There is no way you can carve an independent niche,
Unless you suddenly get powers divine.
Of particular mention is the bureaucracy,
That controls you from birth to death certificate.
It doesn’t matter if you live in democracy,
Rules and regulations make you suffocate.
There is, thus, only one way to redeem your freedom,
It is to happily embrace the messenger of Death;
And get back to Heaven’s Kingdom,
On Earth you are enslaved to your last breath.