For, my pen is no longer the sword
that had the fire of justice in every word;
My words appear framed,
Something that cant be tamed.
I fear to speak
For, it no longer represents the masses' voice;
And I have no choice,
But to sit lame and dump.
I fear to paint
For, what comes out in canvas
is no longer a beautiful flower in the vase;
It could burn down a town
And so I remain, pinned down.
I fear to dance
For, its no longer an art;
I would be banished as a concubine
The one who strips near the table where you dine and wine.
I fear to live
For, with every passing day, I feel more in pain;
I see myself tied up in chain;
But I can't die,
coz, Big Brother is watching
Big Brother is watching.
Dedicated to those who had to put off their spark of creativity out of fear
