FREEDOM

To have a choice over what you do,

To move and go wherever you may please,

To open your eyes and enjoy every view,

This is what it means to be free.

Sometimes I stop and wonder,

How truly awful it must feel,

To be told "you cannot go there"

To be treated as though you aren’t real.

How do you think you would like it?

How do you think you would cope?

To be stared at in your tiny pit,

To lose all the meaning of hope.

An innocent creature taken from it's home,
An innocent life lost for your greed,
Is our human heart made of only stone?
Does this animal have any right to plead?

We must stop to think about our actions,

We can see in our hearts that this isn’t right,

We must stand up against these big attractions,

When the innocent cannot, we must fight. 

To walk the earth whichever way you choose to,

To swim for miles in the deep blue sea,

To roam the desert rather than a zoo,

This, is what it means to be free.