They keep saying Free Like it’s something you’re allowed to feel Between two alarms.

They sell you freedom wrapped in paper signs, Tick a box, feel important for a slice of time. Same suits win no matter who you choose, Different mouths, same script, same polished noose.

They say “your voice matters,” then mute the room, Count the noise, not the truth, call it civic boom. You don’t vote direction, you vote delay, While the rails stay fixed and the train runs its way.

They call it choice when the options behave, Different chains, same weight, different grave.

They call it Free, but the leash is refined, Fits best on the ones who know how to smile on time. Clock-in souls, gold-star minds, Rent your breath till the end of the line.

They call it Free, say it slow, say it loud, Say it proud while they tighten it down. If this is freedom, then look around… Everybody’s owned, just trained not to sound.

Work till your spine learns the shape of a desk, Call it “career” so it hurts you less. Chase inflation like it owes you sleep, Run faster yearly just to stand in place.

They glorify wars like museum glass, Names in stone for the ones who passed. Pride needs blood so the story feels real, Legacy tastes best when it’s paid in steel.

They don’t want peace, they want proof, A headline hero, a permanent bruise.

They call it Free, but the price is breath, Obey or starve, now choose your death. Dress it up as a ladder to climb, Every rung owned by someone higher in line.

They call it Free, but the math don’t lie, You borrow your life, then you die on time. If this is freedom, don’t blink, don’t doubt… The cage works best when you thank it out loud.

Freedom isn’t gone. It’s regulated. Measured. Taxed.

They didn’t steal it from you. They taught you to trade it For comfort And call that wisdom.

They call it Free, but it’s permission-based, Smile approved, anger misplaced. You can scream, just stay in your lane, You can dream, just don’t rearrange.

They call it Free, but I see the design, A polished trap for obedient minds. Say it with me, no myth, no plea… Nothing’s free When the system eats.

Still breathing. Still counted. Still not Free.