AIR AND DREAMS

As strange as things are going,
Within the prison of our world.
Prefer things that are free;
Is that what's wrong with me.

So it seems...
Although it's Christmas time,
Often do I wonder how long.
Before our government,
Taxes air and our dreams.

They've managed it,
With fire and water.
So it's not as far fetched,
As I thought it seems.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-11 at 00:33

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