Liberation Or Dependency: A Tale Of True Support

SENATOR NED NWOKO

One hand feeds with palliatives, swift and small,
A quick balm tossed like crumbs that fall.
A bit of rice, a fleeting gift,
Given to keep but never to lift.
Take this, stay steady, until the next round.
But bound in its comfort, you’re still tightly bound.

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For palliatives soothe, but they rarely heal,
*A quiet sedative that numbs what’s real.*
They offer relief, not a lasting way,
A cycle repeated day after day.
*Dependence grows in each gift received,*
In promises wrapped, but *true dreams deceived.*

But *a true safety net holds a dignity rare,*
A support that respects the power we bear.
*Not given to bind, but to help us stand,*
A steady bridge, a guiding hand.
It says: “Here’s a foothold, here’s your chance,
Build on this foundation, take your stance.”

*With nets, we’re anchored* but never restrained,
Free to pursue what life has ordained.
*From fair wages to healthcare, the safety grows* ,
A path that strengthens as we go.
*Not just survival, but room to choose,*
A chance to create, a chance to use.

*For true liberation flows from choice,*
From a safety that strengthens each person’s voice.
*Palliatives pacify, but nets uplift,*
A hand-up to open our gifts.
*One keeps us dependent, content, yet small* ,
*The other a chance to rise, to stand tall.*

So let’s choose the dignity of support that frees,
Not comfort that binds, nor bread that appeases.
*For true liberation lies in a safety net, wide and grand,*
That offers strength, a foundation to expand.