How can freedom be something we hold so dear
when freedom is something that is so unclear?
Something they will rape you for.
Sometimes they will ask for more.
A lie to be bestowed upon all humanity
while they drop their bombs on our sanity.
Day after Day, Night after night.
All we do is wrong and we can't see the light.
A life of pain, a life of pity.
A life of persecution in this sterile city.
A life of freedom, a life of crime.
A life wasted in the ends of time.
An ethic of who is right and who is wrong.
A life where you can drink but not hit the bong.
A life where they don't really care
who you are or the color of your hair.
They just want your cash and you will pay
to think you're getting away.
They just don't care who you are.
They just want to tax your car.
They want your time and your soul.
They want to know they have utter control.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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