The Bondage of Liberty

Mr. Malcolm
Aug 8, 2017 · 2 min read

I fear each morning I open my eyes

For the engulfing thoughts of what new horror awaits

And the sweet comfort with which it is dished

Is this what it feels to be numb?

To not reflect on mortality when faced with mortality

But share with glee as received

Progress is not always progress

For in what we gain, we lose so much more

Flashes of gore have gained notoriety

The unpleasantness of lies is a lifestyle

And self-infatuation at the expense of all is awareness

All over unconnected connectivity

A world made smaller by virtual contact

Yes, our voices echo across continents

But neighbors hear ours no longer

In absent-minded silence we huddle

Heads bowed in reverence to new gods

Fingers tapping to a fast-paced world

Where simple things of importance fizzle out

For the complexity of the egotistic construct

Free thought, yea, free thought

Abandon all for the emancipation of self

For natural law should bound us gods no longer

Transition and translation

To be free, behind it we must stand

But we are anything but free

Trading Deity

Enslaved by progress of now and,

Unbound by the shackles of tomorrow

Spare a thought I say

For the bonds that made us free

And the freedom that binds

Photo credit: Ashinamee

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