There is,
No real
Liberty,
Even now
Feudal Lords,
Alias,
The Government
Still tell us
How,
We are allowed
To plow our lands
And to them bow,
Then use our money
But no one is
Allowed
To even ask,
For what and how?
Liberty's Bell,
It rings for those
Who hold the cords
Of power,
Most of the time,
Not well,
As people suffer.
Yes you said it very right. We are puppets of powerful men dancing over our head. Even what's ours now seems no more ours.
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Very well said, law makers do get away with everything they have under them. Profound 5***