The land of the free.
The land of the free?
Spare me.
What’s free about a land that we don’t even own?
What’s free about having to pay money just so I can live another day?
Everything essential to my life revolves around spending.
Food, water, shelter.
The main 3 things to live, what’s so free about it?
It’s the same cycle on repeat, that I’m chained down to this system created around me just so I don’t fall behind.
Falling, that’s all this feels like.
Falling backward due to their unhealthy greed that they just want more.
More from me,
more from them,
more from the people they don’t give a damn about.
That they just see us as mere spenders to fill their wallets.
To eat up every crumb that they could from us to contribute to one more diamond in their chandelier.
When some don’t even get crumbs, their bodies using up every tinge of energy to breathe.
When all their energy is to lie to those they should be supporting.
We the people.
We the people shouldn’t have to support them, but they should be supporting us.
Yet, they cast us to the side as a mere waste of space if we refuse to do what they so desperately ask of us.
Desperate.
That’s all this feels like, a sad attempt to keep our,
sorry,
their nation as rich and economically first just so it looks good on inaccurate history books.
Being taught the same lies that they’re the heroes for kicking out innocent people of their own land, that they were once free in.
Now we’re slaves to this system, so much for the land of the free.
How can I be free when I barely have a voice?
How come when I protest with others just like me, our first amendment right, that we are beaten by police,
while others can be safe because of a color they can’t control?
So much for being free when it’s terrifying to even walk on my own sidewalks by myself.
So much for being free when working tirelessly each night is what can give me food on the table.
So much for being free when I’m constantly stuck in that way of living.
The land of the free?
Spare me.
Since you can barely spare a cent.