When shall we live

I was born, I was told to love and respect these your parents they gave birth to you! This I did, then I know nothing more. I was thought, I was schooled had my whole life ruled, I just found out I was fooled.
I obeyed, I prayed, cooked I cleaned, I worked, I arranged, I did everything to make everything for you easy coz this was the right thing to do. I then grew : one thing I knew but you would not let me do nothing I wanted to do. There had to be some thing else, some other way, but you scolded when I dear to think. Someday I would live someday I will be free!
But when shall I see this freedom, when shall I be able to live? Coz it seems everyday, I am living for you. But I must find a way to sustain me, so somehow I fend to live, but I still live with limitations. I must think of each deed, if it will please you. Oh yes, yes I am afraid of what the world would think of me even more you, will they love me, will it accept me? Oh my God will they judge me? No No no, this cant happen, not to me: somebody… …Your Name . so I live with limitations, now I decide to, it is my only option. Someday I would live, be old like you, rule, talk, negotiate, contemplate, do what ever I wish to do, start living life like a grown adult. So I wait, I work, I live….. I just wait for time to take me there. There are many of you, all kings, all rulers of boys like me, you all must rule, you all must possess, your kingdom must be bigger. So you fight, you scheme, you live even longer, cos as far as you know, this must never end. You even forgot that I should also have a turn to live.
So you fight one another, you kill, you steal, you put me in front of the battle line, I might even die, just so that you will expand your kingdom. The problem is, you have stolen all today, so what about tomorrow? I have died, I have gone mad, I have lost my soul, so in your huge kingdom, who will you rule? I have all died;
I am thirty 32, buy my age you had me, so when will I have my own me? I cant even drink alcohol and forget that you enslaved me. I cant even start to dream that I might own my own land. SO you make the Jobs harder to get by upping the standard, so I may keep school while you stay in and keep looting. You are buying time, but you are wasting mine. I am 35, I am ready to work, since I just finished a PHD, coz the job now that its my turn in very demanding. I will keeping looking in the vanguard, guardian, news week, thisday, maybe some day I will see a job that accepts graduates of 35. There must be, coz you told me I had to go to school that long, so you should know that I will be done and come for my job.
Its been yrs and I am still looking, but these papers cant be serious, there was no opening for me. Suddenly I am too old, but how? You are still alive! So what are you? There must be a time when one day they will just hand it over to us and soon too. So lets all wait. But hey, they bought new chairs, so they want to sit on longer, rule us longer, keep us enslaved for longer. They forget that we are not getting younger. But look, there children; they own houses, the have businesses, the even have families. Why do they say we are still not ready. Why do we still fight for them campaigning, kill our brother in this struggle, enslaving ourselves even more? We must stop this silly thoughts, we just drop those shinny weapons, Pick up those thinking faculties, pick up your dreams and visions. These people, the old men, they are living for us, they are doing our time. If we don’t live now, then when? We must take our freedom, maybe even fight for freedom. Its our time to LIVE!