TRUE FREEDOM

We speak of freedom,

We say we are free,

The illusion of freedom,

Coined in the art of civilization,

Are we truly free?

When our voices are only loud in our heads,

When our humanity is anchored to classes,

Institutions of de-learning,

Knowledge forged in the eyes of fops,



We speak of freedom,

But is it not just a dream

We say we are free

Nothing has changed,

Perhaps let our silence be heard,

Through blood,

Through pain,

As we martyr ourselves with the chains that bind us,



We speak of freedom,

We say we are but free,

What is the color of the human soul mortal man?

Do I need shoes to protect the heel of my soul?

You said we are free

Why do I need your permission?

Justified laws traded for coin.



You said we are free

We speak of a freedom far from the reach of sense common,

A freedom without a heart or soul

A freedom that breathes not

We are not free mortal man



It is but time to gain freedom

Time to take what is ours,



Time to die,

We are only free when we die,



Let the stench of death fill our lungs,

For when we die, we are truly free.