Freedom …
It’s just a line.
Dominion Dominates.
The Republic baits the hooks with choice then
Casts the lines to catch those brave enough to bite.
We have all bitten.
Hook line and sinker.
Sink or swim is irrelevant because out of the water
We are out of our element.
Placed in a new environment with the worm of freedom in our bellies we are blissful.
Yet, we cannot breathe. Short of air, yet without a care the worm provides the mirage we need.
We fall prey to our captors with ease, as we delve deeper and deeper into slumber.
Fortune crushes the brave, as we ate the line with the bait essential to our life.
Caught in our own folly of freedom flayed with knives the worm is gone.
Bought and sold in markets kept fresh on ice for those who caught us then
We are cooked or fried in order to keep the fishermen alive.  
Freedom after all…
It was just a line.