Freedom

Not everyone will fight to be free,

Not all will run from misery.

Some are so scared they cannot see,

That freedom comes from gallantry.

Hard to blame those who choose to stay,

Hapless, thrown into disarray.

Sad as it seems, choice is the way,

To drive oneself out of dismay.

Freedom is earned, you’ve got to pay,

By letting comfort out the way.

You must sit in the shades of grey,

Be neither predator not prey.