So You Think You're Free in Poetry

Freedom
Is not a nation
Or any person, place, or thing
Freedom is a word
An idea
That has not yet
Been fulfilled
For freedom is slavery

Humanity
I’d like to welcome
You to hell
I know you don’t
Recognized the spell
Or else you would rebel

Every nation
Knows we are slaves
To money
Which circulates greed and power
You are not innocent
In any hour
And if you think are
You need to wake up
To what you devour

What?
You haven’t read
42 USC section 666
That declares that you
Are just a number
For you
Were sold at birth
To earn a dollar
And wear a collar

Is this what you call freedom?
To go in debt
And work your way through
So at 65
You can finally whip it out
Piss all over everything

You haven’t met
A muthafucker like me
Fuck all your isms
For it doesn’t mean a thing
Except for slavery
You don’t know
What freedom really is
And I will provide an escape
An exit to their plan
For the bullshit
That drowns our minds
And covers us in ignorance
Will end
For a new age
Begins today