All over the world in that famous attire
We send fumbling statesmen with hopes to require
That ours is the right and the true neverending
With conscience requiting our freedom thats pending

With freedom as catchword their paradox stumbles
From their stealth comes their wealth and a president's bumbles
With one track and no slack he sticks to his gunning
Uncaring for billions so weary of running

And what does he mean when he speaks of our freedom?
For Christian he is, without loving to heed him
Such is his concern, to remove us from choices
And silence now all but the faintest of voices

Enlisting our youth with a team world conniving
To tell us what dim witted fear is reviving
When few are the proud, with the multitudes fretting
Our fighting obscuring the free... to regretting

And the fun that is made of the sky as it's falling
Does bring out our best for the dance they are calling
So speak not of freedom with anger and bombs
For deaf ears are turned into uneasy calms

And how many people... percentages please?
Actually voted for this tyrany's tease...
The rules they're a changin, to 'refined' forms of freedom
Are passing unnoticed by those who should see them...

Can we put a value on democracy? and/or How much was your inflated 'freedom' worth to you... how much will it be worth if it's gone?

Peace, Love, and All the Best! ttr