They say I’m free but I don’t feel free

They told me that we are lucky, lucky to be living free. But ever since I gained conscious of what and how the real world is.. living free is something we will never be. I feel trapped in this world of right but mostly wrongs. The good but mostly the bad. To be free is to love, to care and to give. They take and take and never give, they never love, they never learn... that we will never be free. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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