Freedom and Dreams
Freedom came dressed in a silver tie,
Promising wings that could help us fly.
“Dream big!” the billboards proudly scream,
While selling shortcuts to every dream.
The rich build ladders tall and steep,
The poor are told, “Just work, don’t sleep.”
Leaders declare, “You all are free!”
Then taxes air and charges tea.
The students chase a glowing prize,
With sleepy hearts and burning eyes.
They learn of stars, of moonlit skies,
Yet fear one test can end their rise.
A poor dreams beside the drain,
Of a roof to protect from heat,cold and rain.
But every year his hopeful plan
Is trapped inside a payment span.
Freedom laughs from giant screens,
Wrapped in glitter, flags, and jeans.
“Speak your truth!” the people cheer—
As long as no one powerful hears.
Still dreams survive through cracks in stone,
In whispered songs the weak have sown.
For even caged birds softly seem
To build the sky inside a dream.
So guard your hopes though fools may scheme,
And markets try to price each dream.
For freedom’s not what leaders claim—
It lives where heart refuse their chains.
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