I yearn to be free

To plant a tall tree

Or maybe five or fifty

A greener world would be nifty

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Power corrupts

So why should we bother

With coups so abrupt

And Dictator Father?

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Yet democracy still

Gives me a chill

Tyranny of the masses

Why the rose colored glasses?

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Corporate greed

Is not immune

From society’s bleed

Into authoritarian noon

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So what, then? A king?

Or anarchy’s kiss?

How do we give up the bling?

Live a life full of bliss?

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The truth lies inside

The life we observe

Is the one that we chose

And thus, what we deserve

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If we want to be free

Change from a few’s not enough

Not just a million and three

But collectively, all of us