When your chains are on for long enough
They start to become part of your body.
When you shed the chains,
It is like losing a part of you,
And you are free.
But the knowledge that one day
The chains will return
Seizes your liberty.
The pseudo-carte blanche
Put in place by a totalitarian regime
Takes control of its subjects
In the most vicious of ways.
With no second option to turn to,
We, the victims, turn to our moments of indulgence
To liberate us from the constraints that bind us
To an entity that has no mercy,
Gives no purpose,
And only takes.
The only thing we have to lose is our shackles.