Independence Day Freedom Rap [poem]

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[This is a “rap poem” so it needs to be read –

preferably aloud – with the rhythm of a rapper]

My ears prick up when I hear the phrase “The Land of the Free”;
it neatly rhymes inside my head with “raw hypocrisy”.
Now that’s a perfect lyric-line which needs to be hard spat
by cowboys who have long outgrown their huge ten-gallon hats.
To celebrate their “freedom” on the Fourth Day of July
is an insult to those mill-i-ons of Indians who died
by the violence of the white men who rifled through their lands.
The country then was built with their cold blood upon its hands

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

You’ll find that when the people do create a different clan
they soon make it exclusive at the fastest pace they can;
then think that they’re the greatest ones in all the things they do
but all that they can generate is another “me and you”.
For pride felt in America has stains upon its heart
which no one with a conscience-soul can ever disregard
and which no wretched flag can try to cover or conceal.
The time has now arrived for all Amurkans to get real

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

Running over all the world with stealthy jets and bombs
and gunboat’s false diplomacy disguising neocons;
it doesn’t really matter what the colo(u)r is they vote:
Republican or Democrat, they still go slit the throats
of ragheads, gooks and wet-backs, of weasel wops and mokes,
roach-ranchers and Ahmeds — to them it’s one big joke.
It’s carried out all in the name of dumb “democracy”.
The game they play determines that there’s no one who goes free.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

The song, Star-Spangled Banner, brings tears to every eye,
clouding up their vision from discovering the lies.
The only stars you’ll ever see who step into the frame,
on Hollywood’s long Boulevard make up the Walk of Fame.
The only stripes that I can see that country’s people gave
are those upon the backs of all those dear old negro slaves
who kept the white trash families bedecked in gorgeous clothes
while picking in their cotton-fields and baking all their loaves.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

When bombings in Pearl Harbour came it wasn’t such a shock,
for Roosevelt knew full well before the quay was going to rock.
It was all one mammoth pretext so they sign up to the war
and take the US troops away to far-flung foreign shores.
They love to make those pretexts up to downplay the outcries
and make Jo Public keep believing firmly in their lies,
following their government in each and every whim,
for planning all their serial wars while they just play victim.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

When those twin-towers collapsed and fell (and I still wonder why)
they pulled out their all their lethal guns and yelled “Reach for the sky!”.
In no time they had engineered a dreadful bogey-man
just so that they could occupy fertile Afghanistan.
Modelled on George Orwell’s type, Emmanuel Goldstein,
to make them hate Osama’s face was easy to define.
Ten billion dollars spent each month to wage that wretched war,
to pave the way for oil pipelines and keep drug markets sure.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

And what then can we utter now when looking at Iraq?
The gangsters who they put in power are remnants of blowback —
puppets of the CIA much worse than old Saddam;
all dissidents are murdered now or silenced by the clan.
When war is made by US assets you can guarantee
that every skirmish never is a bid for liberty
but to secure the interests, resources, lands and funds
of all the Haves, just as they did in Tombstone with six-guns.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

The Wild West is far wilder now than in the olden days
when Wyatt and Doc Holliday had set the street ablaze
with a Smith and Wesson .44 at the famed OK Corral.
It’s one giant step to go from there to a nuclear arsenal.
The US claimed that in Iraq they’d find some WMDs.
Not a single one was found — they’d simply “vanished” on the breeze!
The only time that weapons were of such destruction used
was by the US in Japan — civilians barbecued.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

From time to time the guys who run the show will throw a crumb
of comfort to the masses so that spellbound they become.
Their chosen puppet waves a hand and then says “Yes we can!”
and then behaves just like the rest (he’s just a middleman).
But so much do the people want to be by someone ruled
who’ll kiss their feel-good-factor’s ass that they will soon be fooled
into believing anything the power-brokers say
that it’s a piece of cake for them to have their wicked way.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me

So when I hear them singing loud some foolish freedom song
or going on about the day they sent the British home
I have to smile and shake my head then sigh and walk away.
(The French are just as ignorant when keeping Bastille Day!)
There’s one thing worse than some religious nutcase in your face
and that’s a nationalistic type removing every trace
of all his nation’s acts of evil (what self-righteous wrath!).
Somehow it all reminds me of the textbook sociopath.

Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me
© 2011, Alan Morrison

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