looking out my window
finding a little lie
living through not but nothing
it consumes me and i die
something so hard to explain
as my view on the world sinks
i feel them press my brain
i feel it as it shrinks
and the world, infused with terror
asks me to take arms
for a country fighting with the fear
that it may again be harmed

told that i need to hate
the extreme (the real free)
the evil, the non-patriot
are "an imminent threat" to me
and alone i am the one
who can not control my future
they ripped it from me- my soul
they say i was the one who sold
i bought 'the freedom' they sell
without being told

but the sun, shining through my window
reminds me where i'm the only one you find
the sun, full of bright and warmth
reminds me of my mind
only there am i
free of opression of the world
where my thoughts still remain
so uniquely my own.

09/14/2002

Posted on 09/14/2002
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