The Freedom song
We finally wake from masked confusion
and realise the vast illusion
vanities, egos and promotions
caused wasteful carnage and sad emotions
the world was cleansed with artificial care
grandeur, greed with none to spare
never forget and never forgive
the shackled way we had to live.
what they have sown, now let them reap
our souls are fed and now complete.
So on lonely farms and crowded streets
in palaces and in slums
give welcome to freedoms quickening feet
As silently it comes.
When you see a poor man crouched alone,
A hungry, helpless thing
set him on a moonbeam throne
and treat him like a king.
to all those who wear a hunters crown
and feast on your remains
rip away their purple gowns
And let them feel the peoples pain
Serene, unchanging, ever fair,
freedom smiles with secret mirth
And in a surge of insane devotion
we can release this captive earth
No iron bars, no flashing guns,
No land, no sky, no sea,
not even a bolts from Satins hell
Can keep freedom away from me