The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.

Frank Zappa

I wrote a poem on the idea of freedom and thought I’d share it.

———————————————————————————————————

“Freedom!” I cried as I went for a ride on a horse with some fine looking hair.

“Not for me,” said he as he bent on one knee and threw me on my derrière

What’d’you mean?” said I, with a world-weary sigh, “I thought we were free together!”

He just shook his head and testily told me it’s been this way forever.

From the ancient Greeks to the biblical meeks to folk building railroads for trains

It turns out that in order for artists and thinkers and me to be free we need others in chains

“So don’t say to me we run free,” said the horse “when its me running fast to the grave”

“As long as some do the riding and others the running there’ll always be masters and slaves”

So quick as a flash, I point to my back and say “Hop right up on me,

I don’t want there to be slaves anymore, we’ll take it in turns to be free”

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: