Freedom Poem by klever Gold

Chained, with your hands swinging in struggle.
Strained like a mad man solving a puzzle.
Free like a dog in its cage,
Bounded by the limits of its age.

Sorry I say to those born blind.
For there freedom is limited to their mind.
Oh! Lucky are we born whole,
But still bounded in thoughts and imagination.

We all seek to be free,
And raise our voices to the anthem,
But it seems freedom is hidden
While all it needs is a call.