Challenge
Write a poem about anarchy, being free, etc. in 100 words or less
We’re (Not) Free
Supposedly, we're all free
Blessed with the trait of will,
The option to make our own choices
But are we really?
At some point,
All of us are trapped
Caged in by circumstances we can't control
Sorrows we can never escape from
Events spiraling into chaos
Nothing we can do about them
Feeling weak, powerless
Like things will never change
As if the darkness will never dissipate
Is that really freedom?
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