We choose to be informed rather than educated
We choose to be enslaved rather than employed;
We prolong problems instead of being eradicated
Poverty can’t be solved, but bombs can be deployed.
We choose to have empty homes but homeless people
We choose to vote for morons but the real leaders;
We tend to print money but have an economic bubble
And we know it’s not good, yet strive to be breeders.
We choose glass prisons over the joy of freedom
We choose to consume artificial feed over natural food;
We allow devices over leisure to kill our boredom
In the end, though it’s bad, we convince ourselves it’s good.
We choose to have cheaper technology, but costlier healthcare
We choose patriotism and defend imaginary borders over world peace;
We believe in democracy, but capitalism gets the bigger share
It has completely become impossible to live with ease.
We choose to have choice but our choices are manipulated
We choose to decide, but our decisions go in vain;
It might occur to be that this is quite exaggerated
But the paradox of our choice will always remain.
This poem was a product of my ‘free thinking’. The Paradox of Our Choice dwells upon the central theme that though we have the liberty to choose, it is not what it seems from the back-end. For those of you who are educated enough, you already know that the world is not controlled by political leaders alone, but there is a group of the elite which controls what we all do. We think we vote and we think we have democracy. Britain still has the queen and the U.S.A still banks only on the Democrats and Republicans. Reason enough?
If you still want to know, I belong to the world’s largest “democracy”, but my vote has never made a difference. The Paradox of Our Choice is real, and as long as we have someone controlling us, it will remain.