They tell you lies, deny anything you ask but when people run from tear gas like ducking away. We run, but some of us are caught, in cuffs, some can't get away. Brought to their feet by riot police, we dash, but his fate wears a gas mask. It could change, but maybe the whole idea of freedom of speech is one North America went on to cover up, to impeech. Your flags are high in the air, ask the cops if they care and get back to me, ask me once more and I'll tell you freedom of speech is a dream, not reality.
*Same warning applies this as the previous poetry I've posted, same with other poetry.*
