Freedom is Relative...... A rock castle Deep in the woods Beneath is a dark room Hear the clanging plates Moaning so daunting Metal chains Being dragged On the wet floor Shadow of a man Seen through The cracks of wall Then came The liberator Claims to be The champion Promises freedom Talks about love And Humanity Cut the chain From the man’s ankle Took him Civilized world The liberator Is a hero Poor man Finally saw The free world Blinded by neon lights Blood in his ears The sound of trains Beeping cars Everyone’s in a rush The giant screen Projecting a man Talks about peace Wearing camouflage With a gun on his Waist The poor man Witnessed a woman Hit by a man in suit A boy playing a rifle Blinded by faith From afar he heard An explosion Sirens wailing City in chaos Roar of metal Raging beasts He kneeled Grasping for the hand Of the one They call the hero Begging him To take him back In the woods Under the rock castle To the place Where he finds Peace and freedom To his dark place The Dungeon