Anarchy of Freedom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about freedom of existence and choice.

Submitted: October 19, 2017

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Submitted: October 19, 2017



The world is a bubble and, people are floating within its four walls.
The ceiling, 
The sky,
The skin of earth.
The sound is a thunder under the storm, in my mind all politicians are on a hot spot.
The fire,
The sun,
The flesh of a volcano. 
I feel the lies shimmering over the politicians' heads, the bastards' mouths are cages.
The space,
The wind,
The veins of liberty. 
Away in the anarchy of my blood the color is red.
The ancestors, 
The rebels, 
The sin of chaos.
Do you know that I do not go to booths and, I do not cast away my voice in vain?
Do you know that I am a savage and, I want to rule my own world? 
The sky,
The sky,
The sky,
Our own freedom. 

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