Poem: The Oppressor Always Seeks Their Freedom

The Oppressor Always Seeks Their Freedom

For so long
we did not have
rules, civilization,
the whole social contract:
no one had signed anything
or made such agreements,
so everyone could do
anything that they wanted,
which is the idea
we often call freedom,
but if everyone is that free,
they do not have a reason
to accept that others deserve
any of their own freedom,
so it was decided
to give up some freedom
to create more equality,
more opportunities
for more people
to have access
to some degree of freedom,
though for many
it was not at all freedom, was instead
subjugation to those with the power
who shared the freedom
only among themselves,
and we have tried to move
in the direction of sharing it
in more equal ways,
of allowing more people
to have more freedom,
that has been progress,
and it may be time to ask
who has the freedom now
and how they can share more,
even though it may mean
they must give away 
a bit of their own rights,
the rights built
to let them do more
by keeping others doing less,
and it is never easy
to get those in power
to see that they should share,
that others deserve as much,
so they make up reasons
about why it is impossible
or just wrong, and think,
in the end, they are only
upholding liberty and freedom,
because they do not see
that their freedom becomes a wrong
if it is greater than another`s,
do not see that the progress 
has been from unhindered freedom,
from an unruled world,
towards equality, towards distributing freedom
so each may have the same access,
would rather have fewer rules
so it is more like the chaos
our ancestor's took so long overcoming,
because they know
the power they already posess.

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