the world in revolution
filling liberation squares
babies born into turmoil
children bask in words of elders
and spit them out again
in rap and rhyme
for the camera
chants of freedom
echo across generations
send the tyrants packing

another chink in the armor
of the system

and yet what of freedom
of the mind?
what of freedom
of the soul
bring me to eternity
and i will be free