A Sad State of Freedom by Nazim Hikmet Ran
November 28th 2007 00:16
A Sad State of Freedom
Nazim Hikmet Ran
Nazim Hikmet Ran
You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others
you are free to make the rich richer.
The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.
Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.
You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom-
you have the freedom to become an air-base.
You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being-
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.
There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.
A review in Poem by Dexter
Prose penned generations ago,
Before today, a war for oil rages,
Society’s fed fear, denial and distrust,
We live history again!
A six letter word, Freedom,
Intangible weapon for the gullible,
A perfect ideal tainted by corruption.
To choose unfettered thoughts, ideas become choices.
The rich employ, some deny and exploit,
Scolding labour for wealthier others.
Opportunity dictated and lifestyle crippled,
Alternate endeavours, individual expression suppressed.
Individual tides ripped in Political currents, where is freedom?
A Privacy abortion, security invades with indiscriminate detention,
Paranoia sways collateral damage, enemies everywhere,
Seeking protection, the system mutates to persecute inferior threats,
Methods mirroring foe, Shepard into delusion,
Again, what freedom?
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