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So You Think You'Re Free? - Poem by my Words my song

You've been taught since infancy
That born in America is being born free
So much omitted history abounds
Leaves us looking like clowns
From Every large degree

Secret orders in wide view
Have enslaved me and you
Imposed regulations and a subliminal mental curfew
Illusions hide the truth, skewered with ill repute
Of conspiracies and mysteries unsolved

Perhaps never will
'Enlightened' illuminati whose philosophy chops like karate
We're too ignorant to understand we were
Not included in the plan
Check the menu of today a new world order souffle
Even though we're stitched in tight at the seam

There is a way by which We can still be
Redeemed

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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