You say you are free
Howled from the top of the rooftops
“Land of the Free”
You keep saying to me
Yet this is something
So peculiar to me
For when I look about
I see no other than
A kid-friendly merry-go-bout
And I see tree and I see shrubs
Anchored in the ground sipping their like
And I see a big blue sky too
Stretching across the world
Like a blanket stitched for cuddling
This word, this concept
So confusing and farse
Its storms suffocate my torch
The robotic followers drowning in the marsh
A concept let be
Means nothing to me
Like some rose colored
Or blue tint glasses
I can remove them whenever
Are you free, to beat your heart?
Are you free to contract your muscles?
Are you free to process signals through your optic nerve?
Are you free to choose this peanut butter over that?
Or when you choose that over this?
And free for what?
To choose a Mercedes or a Ford?
A corona or a Budweiser?
To cover your mouth with a mask?
The freedom you speak,
Is a selfish delusion
Me, me, me, me, me
That is all you will ever be
Traversing the great lands of me
From sea to shiny sea
Pumped full of Bernysees’
Beautiful Propaganda you see
That tells me a clear picture me
What an incredible feat
To have that chair or wear that mask
Pick that blouse to show my most inner mouse
Prancing around the house
Financed on African meat
“But I chose that!”
You’ll say till blue in the face
Or expressing your right
To shoot me instead of mace
Freedom exists, it certainly dose
But not to choose a hot dog
or a bratwurst
But rather to submit
To the great cosmic buzz
Anything else, my dear friend
Is nothing but a delusion
Chasing a you or you
All the way to the Earth’s
Illustrious end
But the Earth has no End!
Round and round and round
You’ll go
Endlessly feigned by the sea
A sorry sailor you will be
Thinking you’re free while needing
To eat, sleep, shit, and fuck
Trapped you’ll ever be
Woven into the fabric of Mother Earth.
If I were free,
I could be here and there and wherever fair
Without a consequence with whom
I had to meet, great
And pass on the street.
An unfortunate trap on from which you’ll hang
The noose of freedom
Lungs clogged by the debutant’s smokes
Unable to speak against the sirens
Howling and howling
The American will forever be
Unable to concede to woes
Awaken by those whom
Walk around with stick of gold
My words, I hope
Fall not on deaf ears
To loosen the noose, breathe
And you will see what is “be”
And something will find itself free
