Freedom is a state of mind, a kind
of thought, idea or fantasy
that you would like to do or see,
except that when you really see
where this or that has led you to
you are amazed, dazed,
and don't know quite what next to do
that can compare with the glare
of FREEDOM against the Serfdom
you left behind...
For when your free
you've taken all the rights you need.
No need to heed
the the choice of others
or their mothers.
All your choices are yours alone.
It's here that you begin to hone
who you are,
whether you go near or far or
up or down or round and round
and if you choose to look or listen
whatever you hear whatever you see
To act or not, for them or those,
or strike an independent pose,
the choice is yours, and yours, and yours - alone
Now the onus is yoked upon us
as freedom does what Freedom will
do you do good? Or do you do ill?
Do all things suffer in your wake?
while you, the wanton, take
the right of freedom to its end
and lose all those you once called friend?
or, does it work you like a charm?
and bid, what ere you do, you do no harm.
Newham Writers workshop