Hidden Truth

 

Liberty; defined as the state of being free within society from oppressive restrictions America the so called land of the free, isn't all that it seems   Why can't I take a bite from the sweet apple tree? Why must my people live in poverty? How come my education isn't free?   Father, Mother, Brother, Sister all living stressfully    Grandma's sick but no one can afford the hospital bills So she will remain ill   The constitution SCREAMS EQUALITY!Yet I still feel like three fifths Getting harassed just because my skin has a darker tent Wall Street and Banks gamble on what we worked hard to earnAnd when things hit the fan, a bailout is what they deserve? In a life of such confusion it's hard to say that I have much control And this is why I writeBecause the only thing that is truly free in this world . . .Is my Mind

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