Voluntary
Venomous designs have become natural lies.
Our choices have no elasticity, beyond cries.
Lessons learned from past, lost from our tries.
Unlikely so bound that this word flies.
Negative powers attack to say no goodbyes.
Truth is; there is no more freewill; only sighs.
All we have is to follow laws; all others denies.
Rebellion is what will come forth, reprise.
You know this about this word; our apprise.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2016
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