Freedom; a seed blowin' in the wind let's speak now before we can't or won't

Freedom, a seed blowing in the wind; let’s speak before we can’t or won’t

wars don’t have a horizon in sight

and there will almost always be beings to force to fight

but I’ve never heard of a dead person that has fought

a war is a war no matter what you call it

some are declared

others are not

wars, occupations, conflicts, slaughter; it doesn’t matter

just ask those who fought

no longer a chance to ask those who are not

no longer a chance to be Free

unless you’re for peace and liberty

but it is what it is

we were suppose to sit and rot

to decay as if we are truth

or because we are

i worry in times or chaos

and wonder in times of wait

i stutter when i am nervous

and i see others shudder in times of late

it is sometimes hard to see the future

and often harder to look at the past

to do either makes you courageous

but only one can last

i tend to speak in times of trouble

and i don’t intend to stop until i sleep

i dissent from all tyranny

and recently i haven’t had much time to sleep

the future will overshadow the past

and some want both to disappear

there’s nothing better than Freedom

but some will still choose fear

we all have mixed emotions

and hell, who hasn’t shed a tear?

yet there’s no reason to hide the truth of the past beneath a lid

when you can see so far and clear

looking rightfully and insightfully to the rear

no matter your diction or faction

or satisfaction

divisions can be used for distractions

but to conquer a people is not as simple as that

you can rob them of their riches which are rare

and their freedom which is always there but becoming scarce

or even give them some structure

a house with a mortgage

two kids and a dog or a cat

so their full of joy

or something like that

you can replace scientific evidence and self evidence

with pseudo scientific non sense

while keeping illusions alive and swelling

time, though, is always telling and ticking

and bubbles are inflating

and subsequently imploding

as wars are still raging

and the people

we the people

watch as if this is theatre

which is what it ultimately is

without an off button besides offing yourself or everyone else

no wonder more u.s. soldiers died from suicide in this so called war on terror

than from combat or any enemy

yet every death resulting from war is just another murder of our true enemy

and to them it might as well be a board game

the backers of every side of every war

and the enemy in the war on you and i

i guess that makes us one in two

or quite a few

together through all worries and weather

our voices are solid as rock

and still soft as a feather

but actions create results

and i know words can do so much

but obviously not enough

or maybe, ironically, too much

evidently everything comes full circle

and language is as such

like language, Freedom, is a seed blowing in the wind

ready to search, settle, and sprout

i want to go on forever but my mind is running off and out

so i’ll leave you with something to be talking about

we are all witnesses to the longest war in u.s. history

and some say we got into this mess because we were attacked for being Free

so let’s speak now before we can’t or wont

and if you have two legs please feel Free to stand by me

but only as long as i want to be Free

and believe me; you don’t and wont have to worry

By Alex Wyatt