You speak of freedom.
But imprisoned within your prejudiced cell,
chained to your capitalist creed,
trapped within sexist differentials
drunk on delusion
Opinion coloured by your petty black and white dichotomies.
Then the grating sound of rolling gates
Grant you the gift of the golden key
to step out of your sickly skin, follow your heart and soar to your highest purpose.
Your spiritual awakening is just beyond those walls.