It is a fleeting feeling

We all search for

We are ever seeking

A gift they tell us we’ve received

But none seem to possess it

I believe we have been deceived

A right reserved for the one percent

Little by little they took it away

They plotted and planned our decent

Our forefathers before us gave

A warning we have forgotten

We looked to them to save

Our security is what we wanted

But our liberty is what we trade

What we need requires sacrifice

And the will to do better

But many will not pay the price

Our choices are simple

Either break free or their reign

Or become complacent in their chains