Freedom is not just a word,
It's a right cum belonging of us,
We are neither a sheep herd,
To be shown the way before us,

We talk, tell and teach about it,
Unaware that it is a fake remedy,
As a cat longs for a fat rat,
We fall prey to every disguised rowdy,

Freedom is actually the air,
That passes through the flute,
For it is controlled and restricted,
By many a (w) holesome route,

But yet it has a reason,
As we are ships that we must steer,
While it can take us to prison,
Freedom in law is what we fear,

Ending our lives in a suicide,
Is also denied by the law,
A vigilante performing weedicide,
Is also looked upon as Mr.flaw,

Every soul has a definition to it,
Unaware of the ugly truth,
That it is an imaginary term of ambiguity,
where even the numb are feeling the pain.