Parody of Freedom

 

 

A misrepresentation:

The freedom of the world,

It is a parody for certain

And pathetically absurd.

 

Highly prejudicial,

Like a pseudo freedom

Guaranteed to the powerful

But to the weak, seldom.

 

A parody of sorts

A misrepresentation,

Worldly freedom really and truly

Is a domination.

 

Domination of the weak

By the very strong

And oppression of the poor

All day long.

 

 

A selective freedom

That’s clearly not for all

And the law supposedly in support,

Deliberately stalled.

 

Justice delayed

And very often denied,

And the freedom of the weak

Brushed aside.

 

A pseudo freedom

That is no freedom at all,

This dollars-and-cents freedom

I absolutely appall.

 

 

A parody of justice

Certainly, for the poor,

The law might be in their favour

But can they afford…

 

The price of a lawyer

To fight their case

So that that which they spend

Do not go to waste?

 

 

What good is freedom

If it is out of reach

And the law seems powerless

To mend the breach?

 

Out of poor man’s reach

Accessible to the rich

And of course, to them skilled

In deviant politics…

 

Where money talks

And power overwhelms

And from corrupt leadership

All evil stems.

 

Where God is omitted

And the moral code

Has been drastically changed

From that of old.

 

 

Freedom for the rich

Freedom for the powerful

But a parody, I must reiterate,

For the vulnerable.

 

A misrepresentation

When it comes to the poor

And for the most vulnerable

It is a closed door.

 

Still enslaved

With no cash in hand

At least not enough to purchase

Freedom on demand.

 

Stewart Russell © February 20, 2025