So
many locked gates
The
keys on the open field
The
light rays shine on it
The
sparkling bright eyes see
You
think you have the freedom
No
police to chase you away
The
locked gates look inviting
You
can't climb in
The
barbed wires surrounding it
It
tells the story of a police state
The
laws pasted on the walls
The
gates locked nothing to see
You
hear the barking dogs
The
menacing dogs snarling at you
You
whistle a tune or two
You
can't fool the animal
You
walk away
Feeling
the blue
It
is the short cut of freedom
Now
it is gated and controlled
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