Barbed wire fences <br />And chains around the heart <br />In the grind <br />Of the circle called life <br />On and on we go <br />Around a meaningless show <br />Where does thou stop <br />One does not know <br />Yet we slave on <br />To be free <br />Yet what defines freedom <br />And what is this bond <br />Or bondages unbound <br />Freedom is not <br />Or is Freedom a knot <br />Tied to barbed wire fences <br />Where we live in the luxury of nothing <br />And call it freedom profound <br />We are but fools <br />With existences defined <br />Around are the barbed wire fences <br />And the joys of it abound.<br /><br />Ayan excalibur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barbed-wire-fences-2/
