Ransom for freedom – 1

oF Slavery,
yoU know but nAught,
eXcept thE doGma,
tHaT you’re taught
dRowning in ignorAnce,
sEvereD frOm thouGht
froM your incepTion,
Ransomed & bOughT
-W.E.

And ripen to your age of discernment,
Philosophising your ways through cafe’s.
Oh the intellectual marvel you are,
Surfing humanitarian waves.

But is it really you?
Did you devote your being to the dwelling of caves and work by candle light?
Did you abandon the world and any inkling of influence to arrive at your thoughts and who you are?
Or are you like the rest of us, joined at the hip to hipsterism?

I suspect the later. We’re shackled to the chains of environmental influence and what we think is individualism is usually cool conformism.  There isn’t one type of normality, but several. People take their pick as they feel comfortable. I prefer to dwell the edges of discomfort and abnormal.

This series of poems, anecdotes, musings, short stories and so on will dubbed the ‘Ransom for freedom’ series and will take a look at some of these issues surrounding us as humans. I hope you enjoy them and more than anything, challenge me, I am not perfect, I am but one person, perhaps on to something, perhaps way off. It’s kind of you to steer me back, even to my own track if so.

-W.E.