Luke
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, not even a pair of wittle white socks, with Duckies embroidered on the side, Sniff.
I lived on a farm,
For most of my life,
Though my last year at home,
Was filled with strife,
I was locked in the attic,
Most of the time,
I lied to my parents,
Said: "I'm doing just fine."
They cut down my forest,
And the people moved in,
And little did I know,
My work was about to begin,
It started with a flickering light,
And a shadow,
Just out of site,
I knew then,
I wasn't alone,
Now there was Jen,
And a life away from home.
Jen spoke of freedom,
This got me excited,
The government sent flairs,
She said, "They're liars."
On her chat room,
A rally she started,
And it was at that rally,
Jen got martyred.
In her name,
I work now,
Saving a school,
And working out how,
To act who I'm to be,
My name is the name of a dead boy,
'Lee'
Lee has a brother,
His name is Smits,
My life as Lee differs,
Nothing fits.
I've been in danger,
I've been alone,
Population Police comb,
Every neighborhood for me and my band,
But with help,
I keep things in hand.
I'm nobodies servant,
I'm nobodies slave,
All I remember is what Jen gave,
She paid in her blood,
And is I must, so will I,
Is being alive such a crime?
I pray for that day to come,
When we will all have:
FREEDOM