Freedom of thought
Is part of natural law
Yet time and time again
Our freedoms strip away
Flags swing high
The facade of mass disguise
Indoctrinated fate
Prison of the mind
Replay of past mistakes
Yet we recycle the same ways
What will it take
For fear to step aside
What will it take
To breathe in pure air
Rather than being forced
To settle for chem waves
The world in which I love
Lives by natural law
Only moving with the wind
Not forcing rain to fall
Systems That Must Fall, Janessa Cockburn