its an interesting word, freedom.

masses have died for it, and many would eagerly kill.

we keep ourselves busy escaping from the thraldom and constraints of today's wire cage, galloping at fullspeed towards greener, boundless pastures, brandishing knives and thrusting them at anyone or anything standing in our way...

only to settle once again in another similar cage, a few hundred kilometers down and a few innocent lives later, in a perfectly identical steel cage. only this time, you have a different scenery - a few chirping birds thrown in, maybe. and the funny thing is that we'll enjoy it, oh, say, for the next couple of years or so.

and then, eventually the time will come when we wake up one day and look out between the bars... and go, 'i want freedom!'

time for another cage, guys.

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but all things aside, why are the people of Iraq free, when they did not have the liberty to choose whether or not they wanted to be free? perhaps they already were free...