Freedom

Our freedom lies dead,
deep down in her grave she sleeps.
Weep shall we forever,
for the wings are now clipped.

And our freedom lies dead,
For we killed it ourselves.
Knowing the price we pay,
For a comfortable lie.

Strange are the ways,
Truth is arrested and maimed,
While the lies adorn the gaze.
Strange is this world,
We want our golden cage.

Children of 'morrow,
Fight all you can.
For no man is great,
Above the flight to freedom.

Fight like the leaders did,
For liberty is all you have,
Lest there is no difference
Between a brute and a man.