The Criminal


Coming here is not your choice
Why, then, do you enjoy being here?
Getting out is not your choice
Why, then, do fear nothing more than death?
Your parents are not of your choice
Why, then, are they the ones you love most?
Your homeland is not of your choice
Why, then, the blind sense of patriotism?
Dear human, when will you understand?
Your actions were the only choices you ever had
Why then, when asked, you say;
I had no other choice?
There is always a choice
A choice to be good, a choice to be bad
A choice to reveal, a choice to conceal
A choice to do, a choice to not
Humans are defined by their choices
And if you believe you had no choice
Did you also believe you were not human?

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