Shouting out for Freedom

I see you shouting out for freedom

Your veins protruding from your neck, as one in violent labour.
Yet it seems so distant it can barely be heard
Like a whisper in a rave.
You sold yourself to slavery,
Paid a man to take your soul.
Now you’re empty left alone, crippled with only your voice
All that you’ve ever needed.

 I hear you shouting out for freedom

it seems am the only one who does.
The chains it seems are out of fashion,
But you bound yourself up all by yourself,
And now your jewellery has made you its home.
Slowly all was striped from you even though you offered it anyway.
But we could never change what was meant to be,
We never had the power to.
The courses and collisions en route was meant as preparation,
We’re living in the dark, it’s how we’ve lived since birth,  
Blinded but still looking for a way out, bound down but hoping to step forward

I feel you shouting out for freedom

Your screams vibrating through my very being,
Causing my own thoughts to shudder.
If you’ve never known light, you’d think darkness is right
But in the dark no one can see you to help you
Ignorance leads to destruction and knowledge to freedom
Find the truth and it shall set you free.



©SweetestRuby 2011