Freedom, they say free we are
Fiefdom is we say they go for
Ranting and ranting the stupor
Stoning and macerating the roar
Breaking cunningly the only oar
Sharpening the fangs even more
Freedom, they say is the emblem
Fiefdom is what we say is to blame
Evolution they claim is not to tame
Revolution that they work to maim
Resolutions and their ‘per se’ claim
Making them look absurd and lame
Freedom, they say is now so clear
Fiefdom is what we say they wear
Giving us dreams the moon is near
Leaving with the means just to tear
Killing our voices with their smear
Motives their might get so ulterior
Freedom, they preach as inclusive
Fiefdom, we say is so manipulative
Granting us the mode degenerative
Wanting us to go dumb, diminutive
All so visible, nothing left figurative
Any raised voice is said subversive
That was until NOW
Freedom was defined to be subjugated
Fiefdom still intended to be propagated
We realized the equations thus oriented
They realize the mobilisation so effected
That it is to be heard not to be amputated
That the change finds a way to be reflected
