Tattoo Deportation- Inked in Chains

The sound of wheels on tarmac Keeps me focused Keeps me grounded Keeps me present The sound of wheels on tarmac Takes me farther and farther away From everything I have ever known Chained up like a worthless dog The sound of wheels on tarmac Reminds me that rebellion Always comes at a price You just have to decide if it’s worth the prize The sound of wheels on tarmac Tells me that my fight is far from over The war not nearly won Whether I’m protesting from my backyard or someone else’s overseas The sound of wheels on tarmac Fills my heart with pity Pity for a society Too at peace with being alive but not really living The sound of wheels on tarmac Makes my whole body tingle My life sentence stinging and burning As we near my new home The sound of wheels on tarmac Makes me hope That the words scribbled on my torso Inspire others to likewise pick up their pens I am told it is mightier than the sword The sound of wheels on tarmac Places courage in my veins A man who has lost his freedom Has no more to lose than himself The sound of wheels on murram Tells me we've arrived