Be the master of your own destiny <br />Whom are they kidding? <br />Conform I hear them say <br />Believe this or that <br />Watched over by the state <br />Everything tagged in someway <br /> <br />Cameras watching every move in the street <br />Pictures taken every time withdrawals made <br />Photo licences for all <br />Bank details, vehicle documents, everything <br />All fed into a computer <br />Into something that’s safety is so dubious <br /> <br />Being brainwashed <br />Hung out to dry in full view <br />Needing licences for marriage <br />Next, we will need one to die <br /> <br />Have a passport, if we say you can <br />First, you have to conform <br />You may say that we are free <br />Free, where are we free? <br /> <br />Everything has a price <br />Our price is our freedom <br />Thinkers beware <br />Somewhere down the line you will pay <br />Pay for the thoughts up to now free <br /> <br />I wonder what will happen, if they will charge us, to breathe? <br />Will it be by lung capacity? <br />Maybe by the purity of what we breathe <br /> <br />When I say they, whom do I mean <br />Not just one man <br />Not even ten thousand men <br />Men and women who are in the system <br />Cogs of the uncontrollable <br />Applying strict rules, no corner cutting <br />Adhered to right down to the last letter <br /> <br />Freedom is an idea <br />Not a fact <br />Just a thought <br />That has to conform<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-just-an-idea/
