Elements of lethargy merged with hypocrisy,
leak bitterly from minds poisoned by conformity.
Self find entrance; embrace the bittersweet taste
of defiance.
Pleasure consumes, defeating deafening
conscience mantras fertilized by societal laws.
Imposed boundaries become vulnerable
as the line begins to lose vitality
and brittle walls of segregation crumble.
Thoughts uninhibited scream with release
as compliance relinquishes its lifelong hold.
Comfort, thy name is enemy.
Rebellion, thy name is Freedom…
Author notes
"POW Contest" The topic is a different take on freedom...
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