Mr. Lincoln called it - a new birth of freedom
Freedom! Why then - am I judged for no reason?
I too, - heard those words screamed out, - free at last
Now he is free! For he lay under the grass
Mr. Freud why have you infested our minds
And scattered this plaque throughout all of
You have created a new scheme to deal with all misfits
An explanation understood only by those who will profit
Is it truly freedom we seek for humankind?
For even in scripture, we must read between the lines
Must we need question, each - and every act?
You have turned us all, - into a wild savage pact.
Can there be a passion, - such as a friend, without any
You seem not to believe so; 'I believe it is you who lost
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