Poem: Freedom
The freedom to choose is merely perceived
your choices in fact have been made, upon the eve
of a midnight of nights, many nights ago
at a round table, full of corperates, ready to go
at a marketing ploy to raise your rates
and to make you look at those new shiny gates
This or that, there is no choice
they knew what you wanted, what you wanted to choose
they say it's your choice but the enlightened know
your choice is made for you, unless you say NO!