Money to buy a throne to own.
And persuasion to convince,
Enslavement makes sense.
To those addicted to hand outs.
Loving to dance within fences.
Given permission to feel freedom,
Of the pretense of it whenever they wish.
Without it done to do independently.
Or fear the thought of having this choice.
If ever it was made to offer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem