Fettered am I to this land,
Which lets me squat when I get tired of roaming its length.
Fettered am I to the Constitution,
Which at least lets me breath in between tightening the noose around my neck.
Fettered am I to my leaders (politicians),
Who let me curse them when I want to release my froth of pent-up anger.
Fettered am I to the roadside goon,
Who checks whether I speak and dress properly or not.
Fettered am I to the roadside vagrant,
Who brings me crashing back to Earth when I try to fly high.
Fettered am I to my country,
Which though free, tries to grasp me within its folds….
I am free though I am fettered…..
And that’s the Human Bondage!!!!!!!!!
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Freedom with Fetters
Alienman 