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a Gift

Freedom in a box comes with a price,

Its value is not ours to make.

If it was, we might give it away for free

Opposed to those who charge an arm or leg.

For what should be a human right,

Bestowed to all who cross the earth,

Unbiased by bank accounts, color, and sex,

Here’s to the top-dollar commodity

Earning pretty pennies for the men in suits.

The gift we allowed them to take,

Dangled over our heads like dried-up, wilted carrots

Tasteless and bland, void of passion

Sucked from the marrow, now hollowed

We wrap it in shiny paper and velvet bows

To pretend it is still real and new.

           a Gift

About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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