its like some sultan

its like some sultan
waited on hand and foot
its no good
but that's all it took
a son born
into the life
given orders
and faced with strife
made to feel
like a slave
told repeatedly
how to behave
but the laws went far
too far for him
he rejected them
and changed within
moved towns
and changed his ways
no longer kept up
with the old ways
tradition was wasted
and the kid wanted more
true internal freedom
was what he searched for
drugs and drinks
and he'd often think
bands and one night stands
then all gone within a blink
for his search to be free
overcame his bodily needs
and he went too far
and destroyed all he could see
our bodies are limited
and our lifes short
we can't win everything
in a life long war
the casualty is us
eventually we succumb
the wounds add up
and we grow numb
but its a noble goal
to live free of shackles
especially when man made
as the old woman cackles