Freedoms


They hate us for our freedoms, patriot act them all away.
Watch you four-and-twenty seven, censor the words you say.
The borders like a lobster trap, invite but don’t let free/flee.
Pulverise/Pauperize your savings, worthless fiat’s not for thee.
The property you think you own, you rent with yearly tax.
To keep the war machine alive? Homeland false-flag attacks!
To blind your eyes to all this sin, free bread and circuses.
Those cursed to see the dire truth, labelled conspirisist*.

Years of planning, decades of schemes,
To take apart:

The/Your American dream.

You make it easy for your masters, to deal your lifelong whipping.
You break your back for pennies and volunteer for chipping!
Chat away to listening bugs, words analysed and saved.
The latest gadgets you had to have. Yes, you even fuckin’ paid!
They-fear learned individuals, indoctrination kills young minds:
Dumbed-down schools don’t promote thought and no one’s left behind.
Bind citizens with ropes and chains: debt, religion and laws.
Preoccupied with kids and life, no time for errant thoughts.

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The few black sheep who broke the pen, who unplugged from the matrix,
are too few and too far between to offer up resistance.
Like-a corny Hollywood film, they watch the Empire grow,
waitin’ for their Luke or Neo, watchin’ the psycho-show unfold.
Those few voices which dissented, were silenced out of hand;
for your safety, for democracy, for a dys-to-pian land.
Weren’t you promised a paradise? Lullalied** into deep sleep,
you piss away your precious life, you’re herded worse than sheep.

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©11.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

*made up word for conspirator.
**made up word based on lullabies but incorporating lied (as in untruth)

They hate us for our freedoms, so we’ll take them all away.
Force EVs down our gullets, restrict how far you (can) flee,
Pulverise/Pauperize your savings, (even) worthless fiat’s not for thee.
To make you blind to all this sin, free circuses and bread!
Those who see the dire truth, are labelled mad airhead.
Chat away to listening ears, every word instantly saved.
Chat away to listening ears, words analysed and saved.
The latest gadgets you had to have, tickets to an early grave.
Keep ’em busy with kids and life, no time for x or thought.
Occupied with kids and life, no time for mutant thoughts.
waitin’ for their Luke or Neo, watchin’ the jew-shitshow unfold.
you piss away your precious life, you’re herded with the sheep.

pauperize your savings, fiat money’s not for thee.
airhead/bonehead/dickhead/fathead/fuckhead/pinhead/shithead/skinhead/softhead/thickhead
acidhead/knucklehead/muttonhead
can’t wake the sleepyheads.


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