liberty tell me
are you my inspiration, or
just an illusion?
I first heard your name long ago
liberty;
looked around to find you for a hundred years,
it seems you run faster than time,
at least faster than my time
I am running out of patience
freedom;
whenever I get near you, you suddenly disappear
my generation was destroyed in your name
tell me what is wrong?
in your precious name
democracy;
I do not want any bloodshed
no executions
imprisonment of people with different ideas, any idea
this bloody cycle of indefinite deception must end somehow
liberty, tell me
are you my inspiration, or
just an illusion?
— Stockholm, Sweden
