Politics and poetry both begin with p though only one is considered polite company

I demand not peace but freedom

I demand not hope but joy

I expect not tire or sorrow

But instead to be free as before

Don't ask me to do all your labor

Don't ask me to beg for your crumbs

For here I am starving and frozen

I won't live my life on the run

I am not a toy or your plaything

I am not tool to be used

I only one thing that you need know

I can feel and am alive