Freedom

By Elizabeth Correa

09-19-2005

“Please, give us Freedom,” is their motto

They scratch and claw for independence

Yearning all day to win the lotto

Ignorant of their impending sentence

Give them freedom

Let them do as they wish

Kings of their own kingdom

Annoyances to banish

“Please, control me,” each calls out

They’re terrified alone

They sit around and pout

Wish for a fence around their throne

As the moral of the story goes

No one is ever content

The greener grass the neighbor mows

Humans can never let go nor relent