Rejecting Freedom

When Freedom offers you her hand
why do you not take it?
I wept with joy as she released
the shackles on my feet.
You shoved her away,
said you wanted to stay
tethered to the pole
to remain among the slaves:
with a task to fulfill each hour of day,
endless monotony
among rows and rows of identical crops.
You want to pick them as you watch me
run.