The Paradox of Liberation

In shadows cast by power’s might. We yearn for freedom in the night. A whispering call from hearts oppressed. To break the chains, to find our rest.

Yet fear does grip our weary souls. For freedom’s price may take its toll. Without the walls of law and order. Chaos looms just past the border.

Corruption stains the rulers’ hands. Their greed and lies pollute the lands. We dream of skies unmarked by sin, of liberty that lies within.

But freedom’s light, though pure and bright. Can blind the eyes and blur the sight. For in its blaze, some lose their way. Turned savage in the light of day.

A world without a guiding frame. Could fall to anarchy and flame. The monster in the heart of man. Unleashed without a binding plan.

We long to break the iron cage. Yet tremble at the thought of rage. For in the quest to live unbound. We fear the monsters lurking ‘round.

The paradox of liberation. A dream of hope, a dark temptation. To find a balance, ever frail. Between freedom and jail.

So here we stand, in shadows deep. Where hopes and fears in silence sleep. Craving freedom’s gentle kiss. Yet dreading what we might dismiss.

The heart does yearn, the mind does plead. For liberty in thought and deed. But caution whispers, soft and slow. Be wary of the seeds you sow.