Freedom is believed to be a right, so we say,
how about all the men and women who were slain?
They fight for what is free,
as bullets rain, soldiers scream, pain is a reality.

Wishing it was all a dream,
make it all go away,
I've been in this hole for three days.

Men die, women cry,
and unborn babies never seen.
Is this freedom?

I'm a slave.
I am tired of all the pain,
watching people die,
realizing its all a game,
a giant power play.

It's not freedom,
it's not rights,
it's my brothers and sisters,
out here dieing tonight.

I want to go home,
I feel all alone,
with five hundred people in the field,
I don't even know.
All ordered to kill and defend,
putting on a freak show.

Hope it's all worth it!
Is this freedom?

Written by: Salvador
July 29, 2005