On Freedom of Speech
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Freedom is locked up in our minds;
Chained by laws, by values by norms.
Conventions and morals acting as poison;
Suppressing it with a tight invisible hold.
Our hearts can freely feel,
But our eyes could lie.
Our thoughts can roam free,
But our tongue could be tied.
Who amongst us could claim to be free
With words to spare with every heat?
Write IT and there is Libel, say IT and there is Slander
Do IT and there is Gossip, not to mention the Police
So we hide, behind a handshake and a smile
We create a secure party line — Anonymous
Byline, untraceable... pseudo-identity, unrecognizable
With our ink we explore an alternate life
We create recreation area for our freedom
Social media, our haven, our panic room
It's there that freedom is free to be really free
To express raw feelings and thoughts
Kill someone, love someone
Spill secrets, your own or not
Undress yourself, fuck someone's brain out
Meet strangers and open your true self
To be bold, blunt and opinionated — to be REAL
Freedom is scary
Because we are humans
And we are afraid:
To be isolated;
To be punished;
To be ostracized;
To be shunned;
Most of all...
We are afraid to be free.
Why do you think law exits?
So liberties could be managed
Where does your freedom ends?
Right there where other's begins.
If you are looking for freedom...
There is a sign on the door that said,
FREEDOM IS OUT PARTYING AT SOCIALS
There's more where that came from!