In the womb’s embrace
In the womb’s embrace, I emerged— A fragile vessel, marked by ink and seal. “Citizen,” they whispered, as if stars aligned, Binding me to their ledger, their grand ordeal.
Corrupt corridors echo with power’s sway, Where shadows dance, and innocence bleeds. Governments, architects of paradox, Weaving laws and illusions, planting seeds.
Inflation’s silent theft, a cunning dance— Paper promises, gold’s ghostly refrain. Central bankers conjure digits, weightless— Numbers unanchored, yet they forge our chain.
“Freedom!” they proclaim, banners unfurled, yet gates guard entry to nature’s sacred halls. Fish swim, rivers flow, and forests breathe, yet fees and permits bind us within walls.
Land—did they purchase it from the dawn? Or did gods, in cosmic jest, decree their reign? We, mere stardust, ponder our existence— Born to question, to seek truth, to break the chain.
So, I ask: Did governments birth life’s tapestry? Or are we their unintended masterpiece? In this dance of ink and earth, we find our voice— Seeking freedom, love, and paths to inner peace. RC