We are so controlled <br />that we cannot <br />act until we <br />are told what to do. <br /> <br />we've been robbed <br />of our <br />own human-ness <br />by a set of standards <br />that no not <br />promote liberty. <br /> <br />we're afraid to <br />act as we want to <br />for fear of the <br />reprisal that <br />will surely follow. <br /> <br />Paranoid people <br />looking over <br />their shoulders for <br />Big Brother or his agents. <br /> <br />we're told to <br />react in the <br />correct manner even <br />if the correctness <br />is wrong for us. <br /> <br />The whole trip of <br />society is to play <br />various games <br />with each other in order <br />to survive. <br /> <br />Instead of being people, <br />just human beings, <br />we end up as <br />robots echoing <br />the same agreements. <br /> <br />Indignant over an <br />issue we gather <br />together and yet <br />we run when get <br />ordered to disperse. <br /> <br />What really can 'they' do <br />if everyone <br />just refused to <br /> go along with them?<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-freedom-3/
