A plea for freedom,
I’m raising up to the cold night sky
When will we be liberated?
When will we finally see the light?
It makes me wonder,
Will a man ever truly be in control?Will the commoner ever rule himself?
Will the powers that control us finally get what is coming?

The power must be returned
To the only one who can wield it
The individual
The conformist
The bendable
But the unbreakable
The brutalThe kind
The power-hungry
The meek
The hater
The lover
The chaos causer
The order restorer


The man.

For what is freedom?
Will we never be truly independent?
They tell us that we have our liberties
But then turn around and take them away

They never see their own hypocrisy
If they saw themselves as they really are
As vultures, picking the flesh from our “American dreams”
Taking away the freedoms they claim to protect

The system is brokenThe voting is rigged
Incumbents don’t fall
Even though the corruption continues to grow

They’re bought out by lobbyists
Activists pull their strings
While our freedoms still shrink
Unless you’re the protected group

Is this the world, our founders envisioned?A place where the protected minority rains tyranny on the majority?
On that day, could they have seen?
How much our freedoms would have been violated?

We can take this country back
From the negative utopia that has enveloped us
But we must not give an inch
They have their foot in the door
So we must slam it shut!

So the story behind the poem is this: we had to write an epitath for ourselves in an ideal life in english class, lots of people wrote about being successful, mine is slightly different

Free as the wind
He told me to live
And that, is what I tried
For bowing to man’s authority
Is like worshiping a paper crown

And though I lived like there was no man to obey
It often meant breaking their laws

But what gives a man the right to control another man?
Who gave him that supposed authority?
For in my life, I never gave them
The respect they demanded

For the wind knows no master,
And although they told us we were free
Their version of freedom,
Seemed strangely, like a diversion
To keep us in chains

But sadly, only a few saw through it
Only a handful really lived
And died with their honor and their freedom
And thank god
I was one of those few