So We Call This Freedom

So We Call This Freedom

So we call this freedom?

This land right here?

Where our rights never mattered to anyone here

So the world is bright?

This tainted land here?

Where the sky is pitch black the waters dyed red the grass dry and feeble as it crumbles in our hands

So this is our history?

Such a depressing sight

Kids eyes like dead light bulbs as mothers scream and cry

So this is freedom?

More like a facade!

We cover up our petty acts with our selfish needs

While the fat man smiles with greed

So we call this freedom?

We know it's not but we never fix it so it'll never stop...