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
