Take Him Away
chain mail
chained to my bed
my phones tapped
my email is read
who is this following
me in the train
the strange man follows me
no matter where i roam
he is there near me
watching me
reading me
taping me
i thought i was losing my mind
has the world come to this
do i really have to live in fear
that if i disagree
i will be chained
to the floor
of a cell someday
then i felt
something wrong
i didn't know what it is
i felt it was someone
in trouble again
then the phone rang
and they said
ask what's wrong
what's wrong
they took him away
forty men in suits
them i said
as i knew then that i was no longer
insane
that it was true
i was being watched
by them
for i was his best friend
i looked out my window
at the clock on BAM
and I watched the birds
fly by
is this what life has come to
they took him
why
why
we don't know
then i sat shocked
and in dismay
he was an artist
not a terrorist
he was a lover
not a fighter
he looked to heal
not to kill
why
why
why
then i sat
i wanted to explode
to burn down things
to kick police cars
to scream and slam my fist in a wall
he was a soulmate
he was a mentor
he was someone i loved
i don't understand the feds
why would the feds want him
i told my friends
i walked around
i felt the cold
but i didn't feel
i felt like i was trapped
death i can accept
this is worse
to have someone taken away
when they are innocent
i fell into bed
called my ex girlfriend
she would understand
she knew him
she knew me
she cared
we talked
till i fell asleep
on the phone
i woke up the next day
your not going to like this
tell me i said
as i walked down flushing avenue
to meet someone who is teaching me
how to make movies
art is my weapon
against injustice
and liars
then he told me
the bad news
10 counts
all under these new laws
which take away our ability to speak
freely
this is a lesson
we no longer have freedom
if you piss them off
it is them against you
and they will win
I called my friends
who used to be one of them
who used to be a man in a suit
and he told me
what i didn't want to hear
you can't do anything
or else you will end up
in a bad place
it sounds personal
they create evidence
and they can frame you
it's best for you to lay low
to stay underground
to work on your art and music
because you can't set him free
i stood at the bus stop
and stared at the sky
the bitter wind bit my lip
what is truth
what is lies
i see this and i can't believe my eyes
he was my friend
and they took him away
he pleaded not guilty
not guilty
but they don't care
they don't want to admit they were wrong
if they were wrong
then i sat in the same cafe
i sit in now
and i learn to make movies
and art is my weapon
truth is my weapon
the stories are true
from me to you
beware of who you believe
the media is not what it seems
we no longer
have freedom of speech