Don't tell me my dreams are dependent on a twenty thousand dollar tuition fee. Don't tell me, you scored high in this and low in that, so this is what you can be. Don't tell me we are free, when I look around and all that I see are shells of broken dreams. Men throwing suits on their back, punching in to power the machine.

Don't tell me that brothers and sisters of other nations hate me because of my freedom, when you can't take a look into the mirror to face the true reason. Don't tell me that I am unpatriotic because I see the cost of capitalism. Don't tell me with hard work, YES I CAN, when you have your hands directly on the controls, raising the cost of livin.

Don't tell me you are protecting me, when you put filtered images on the TV, dictating what is that I can and can't see. Don't tell me that I am just naive, then label me an unrealistic visionary as you dodge these words by exclaiming "He is just crazy!"

Don't tell me that this is the only way when to this day you spend more time and energy on weapons, instead of peaceful words to say. Don't tell me that everything is okay, while one man starves to his grave, he is passed by a man on a two week paid vacay who feasts every night at an all you can eat dinner buffet. Don't tell me that I am not a man when I don't subscribe to your, take everything you can in order to get ahead "success plan."

Tell me that these tears, in my eyes and upon my cheek as I watch our resources deplete. Go ahead and tell me that they make me weak, because I know that when you've made the future so dark and so bleak, the world will be given back to the hands of the meek.
In This Way I Am Free.