Freedom?
Down an alley of corrupt,
to a steep falling freedom.
Peace is brought to pieces.
through a washing tide of debt,
and an undertow of fascism.
Rape the public interest.
Around the smell of burning oil,
and the dripping drool of bigots.
there is something left standing.
This something is called a voice.
so let this voice be heard.
With loss comes pain and loathing,
Freedom is only a word.
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