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NOT ALLOWED TO DISAGREE
Who am I to disagree?
Who am I to disagree?
Since I was born
I have been taught
To praise the legacy
And follow the trail
of the dead
Who am I to disagree?
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I thought
I was born free!
But I found I have to lower my head
Put my books aside
Forget what I have read
lower my head
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A number of times a day
I suffer so much noise
then
I put my fingers
into my ears
Trying to listen to my mind
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Every Friday
I hear you shout
trying to tell me
how to mix
your own views
with Ideology
and spice it with history
swallow it
in order to be a hardliner!
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Then I feel like fleeing to somewhere
And when I get there
I fail to find peace
(I feel as a stranger whereever I go)
Then I ask me:
Why don't I spit
Down here my mind?
Do I need a mind
Since
I am not allowed to disagree?
So much of life demands
So much of life demands our silencing of thought and opinion a person does wonder where their freedom of thought and speech went. Just loved your poem and think it an interesting read that keeps asking the right questions.
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Feel your way through it in
Feel your way through it in the privacy of your own mind. There is understanding there. This is a very relatable poem. Religion versus spiritual is my main peeve. I often ask the same questions. Wonder what the reaction of christians or other faiths will be when they see other religious characters from other religions up in heaven (?) there too, and what would they think if they have to come back to earth as one of them? Interesting scenario! I am happy I read this work. It made good reading thank you for sharing. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Glad you liked it. I just
Glad you liked it. I just refined it. I replaced words by other words but the original meaning is still intact.