FREEDOM FOR THE OPPRESSORS

If you shiver in the dawn of winter

   you'll perish in the dark.

All the fuel in the world can't save

   a person without a spark.

Tucked in “foreign” frozen lands

   are unknown little prison camps.

They tuck away the undesired

   in these lost and frigid camps

Till they escape and freeze to death

   in the light-years of 

   night and darkness.

Fleeing to be free.

And where do the prison guards 

   rest their heads at night?

They rest them by their significant others 

   underneath soft, warm covers.

Next to their lovers.

Freedom is for the oppressors

   and the families of the oppressors.