Freedom
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Category : Poems
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Media sells the lieAs if it's the truthCover up atrocitiesNot seen since our youthShiny lights and pleasant facesSpeak of little elseThan what's been seen and what's been toldWith exception for the truthWars and wars and wars againHow to make a buckTurn our people into slavesThen turn them 'gainst themselvesDestroy us from withinWhen not from withoutUndercut the belly ofThe land of libertyAnd so I dreamMy nightmare screamWhat happened to the truthBefore my eyesDespise their liesFor our misspent youthThe freedom of my peopleWas just a grand charadeUsed to keep us all in lineLike people on paradeTime it keeps on tickingLeading us awayFrom what we know and what we needInto a faded lieDesire for an honest lifeNot blinded by their liesAble to pick and chooseOur leaders for this lifePuppets on a shortened stringWe bounce along our wayNever knowing what we sayIs ours or the puppeteersLonging for the strings to be cutJust like PinocchioBut will it lead to freedom nowOr down a darkened roadWho is our masterIs our freedom to be foundOr will we find the truth behindThe curtain strung around
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