An Ode to Freedom; Sort Of Ah Freedom, la pomme de mes yeux. Even dictators and tyrants, say you are the cure. Toute le monde, dites après moi, nous avons besoin de beaucoup des pommes. Ah Freedom, mushy petite pois, you say you are sweet, but, je ne sais quoi. …mais, un moment. Freedom! Gollum’s no savant. How gullible can I be? You’re not my precious: you’re no pod & I’m no pea! Freedom! You don’t fool me. Your raison d’être, is clear to see, You’re used to spread Western values on the likes of me. Zut alors Freedom, you’re an evil thing. In Egypt too, you subdue, the Arab Spring! The witch of Bangladesh says she loves you too, with your rapprochement of states: what do you do? Who’s screaming ‘quelle horreur’ when in Israel, journalists are killed? Or when Muslims rally & demonstrate, and their blood is spilled? Je pense que freedom is only a tool, used by the West to call everyone a fool. Au contraire Freedom, you don’t really exist. Your slaves still insist that I must persist. I will not worship the god of secularists. https://oninsight.wordpress/2015/01/14/an-ode-to-freedom-sort-of/
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 03:02:45 +0000
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