Freedom Restoration Poem by Frank Bana

Land of the free
Where they know where your car is
Land of the free
Where they know where your cell is
Land of the free
Where they know your credit score
And they know your S.A.T.

Your calls are mapped
In the land of the free
Your Googles are tapped
(Well, you google for free..)
Indentured for life
To your college degree
In debt to your home
Built on pyramid loans

Free to roam the highways
With insurance approved
Free to travel the world
If your passport is not removed
Free to cover children's eyes
Hostage to advertising
Free to roam within your mind
While your soul stays in hiding

Sweet land of liberty
Whose ideals are poetry
Mouthed with no consequence
Or accountability
Built on the emptied lands
Of vanished Indians
What bears your burdens now
Land of the free?

The broken lives of felons
The broken backs of slaves
The immigrant families, torn
The toil of the uninsured.

The fat land chews the cud of lies
While liberty faints from hunger
And freedom is a homeless child
With no security number.

And now what brand of freedom
Is in such burdens found?
Would you consider restoration
At the roots and from the ground?