Freedom

With anathema rising up now,
There are times that thee must allow,
Times you vehemently dislike,
When lovers become much less alike.

In days where perpetrude is merely to seek,
Some turn, and follow, and read along Keats,
With monstrosity, and violence, and nothing but war,
We question what our leaders truly fight for.

When audacity, and relentlessness are truly the same,
This country is under an ambiguous shame,
For they are not leaders but afluents and liars,
When money is the only thing leadership requires.

So stand by and watch as we all do,
Because change is something only rebels pursue,
For hopelessness is an inevitable truth,
They’ll torture and blind you and pull out your tooth.

For this is freedom, exemption and fact,
So stubborn and unthinkable it's impossible to react,
For it’s true that we are the diviners,
But we take it out on our young minors.

Everything we leave is up for a fix,
But will our youth truly care for politics,
It’s inexorable to stop the life we ammit,
Yet nobody would like to admit it.

Heathered and beaten deep under our streets,
By governs and authority and then it repeats,
But nothing is substantial in under this life,
Deep down we know there is no afterlife.

It’s hard for us to truly express,
This lust and this knowledge that we truly poses,
It’s written and cut deep into our palms,
Yet we use it to create our murderous bombs.

So fly across cities, and countries, and lands,
There is a drop by a quick unthought demand,
With racism, misogyny, and nothing explained,
Science is becoming something arrainged.

Countless acts, countless tricks, countlessness big and small,
These countries are burning but profit can’t fall,
For this is our freedom, hooray we prevail,
For this is our freedom, pretty yet frail.