Poem: Freedom

Story by shyfox5 on SoFurry

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The freedom to choose is merely perceived

your choices in fact have been made, upon the eve

of a midnight of nights, many nights ago

at a round table, full of corperates, ready to go

at a marketing ploy to raise your rates

and to make you look at those new shiny gates

This or that, there is no choice

they knew what you wanted, what you wanted to choose

they say it's your choice but the enlightened know

your choice is made for you, unless you say NO!

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As I awoke the TV was blaring. I don't remember most of the broadcast, but I remember the end well. "Hospital now also overrun by disease, all hospital staff are now motionless on the floor growing fur as...we...." the camera lady fell to the floor as...

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