WHOSE FREEDOM?
This is a story of a friend of mine,
who went to prison for committing a crime.
The crime of fight for his freedom.
One minute he was standing still,
the next under horses hooves.
With batons and boots flailing.
They hit him once, they hit him twice.
A punch hit him like a knife.
He lay in the gutter in pain and bleeding.
Laying in a police cell in pain,
no lawyer, no calls, could be made.
They left him there in boredom.
They questioned him for hours and hours,
broke him down and got a confession,
and then they sent him off to prison.
Seven years inside for an ordinary man,
fighting for his rights on a picket line.
For his family, job and future.
So they say we live in freedom.
Freedom to be kicked and beaten.
So much for democracy and freedom.
But one thing's sure in society,
it's not our freedom, it's theirs.
when will we all just realise?
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1986)
This is a story of a friend of mine,
who went to prison for committing a crime.
The crime of fight for his freedom.
One minute he was standing still,
the next under horses hooves.
With batons and boots flailing.
They hit him once, they hit him twice.
A punch hit him like a knife.
He lay in the gutter in pain and bleeding.
Laying in a police cell in pain,
no lawyer, no calls, could be made.
They left him there in boredom.
They questioned him for hours and hours,
broke him down and got a confession,
and then they sent him off to prison.
Seven years inside for an ordinary man,
fighting for his rights on a picket line.
For his family, job and future.
So they say we live in freedom.
Freedom to be kicked and beaten.
So much for democracy and freedom.
But one thing's sure in society,
it's not our freedom, it's theirs.
when will we all just realise?
Copyright: Gordon Warren (1986)
