Man, you are free to choose.
But first I shall take away your freedom
Then your power to discern will be beaten down
Till only one thing is on your mind:
Not to be free to choose,
But to live long enough
To have those choices again.
You shall embark on a primitive journey
Where oppression is what you know
And how embracing it has kept you here-
This long,
Then I shall ask of you what matters most:
Living in the shackles of ignorance or
Stepping out into the wild.
It is a scary thing, this freedom.
It is responsibility to think, live and
make life what you would have it be,
on your own terms.
It is refusing the status quo that has
kept everything in check and
left the scales on our eyes.
It is choosing to go because
you know priorities matter
"Don't make me fat in ignorance," you say-
Because responsibility is hard
but ignorant choice is bad.
Only after looking beyond, taking
control and accepting the burden
of your choice
do you realise that you can have both, but only one way,
You have a choice, just one.
The other no matter how appealing is death.
Prompt: The oppressed