NOTE: This poem is made up of song lyrics. There is an annotated version for the curiouser of the curious, which I can post in the comments section should there be interest.)
Born free, as free as the wind blows.
I woke up this morning with my mind set on freedom.
Good morning, freedom, I’d like to take you by the hand.
Freer than the meaning of free that man defines,
The whipporwhill of freedom zapped me right between the eyes.
I’m free and I’m happy.
Free your mind and the rest will follow.
Now I’m free as a bird now,
And I’m free to do what I want, any old time.
Free, free falling.
Everybody’s free to feel good.
Everybody’s free to wear sunscreen.
Everything’s free in America.
Everybody sing we’re free free free free.
The best things in life are free.
I need some freedom for my people.
Live your life be free.
It’s freedom, I’m a be who I am.
If you love somebody, set them free.
Freedom now you’re on your own, or does it mean you’re all alone?
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike they’ve all gone to look for America.
Running away will never make me free.
Won’t you give me a free ride?
I said I wanna see the world, I gotta be a free girl.
Did you know freedom exists in school books?
What about the constitution, freedom of expression?
When your spirit’s feeling flattened you need power, freedom.
An anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning of freedom.
She said you’ve got the freedom, baby, walk out if they drag me down.
Find the cost of freedom, it’s buried in the ground.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
Freedom is for children because they don’t understand what’s wrong.
Freedom is a thing that’s fleeting, freedom is standing next to you.
So she listens to the freedom in the silence at her door.
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good.
Have a drink on me, but go easy, step lightly, stay free.
He told me anyone who ain’t white sucks.
A distorted reality is now a necessity to be free.
They’ll understand that a man’s not a man ’til he has the freedoms of the land.
It’s a world gone crazy, it’s a woman in chains.
I am here to excersise my freedom of choice.
Freedom fries and burns and scars, the liberator goes too far.
Free speech for the dumb.
I want to break free.
I wish I knew how it felt to be free.
Freedom begins at home.
I shall be free.
On the day the wall came down with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived,
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
There’s just one road to freedom, just one road.
I want to be free, just give me what I need.
All we have to see is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me.
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here, but we’re so far from home.
Incomplete and unsolved when the word freedom is involved.
So come and sing a simple song of freedom, sing it like you’ve never sung before.
You say you want a revolution, we all want to change the world.
I am not fighting for freedom, I’m fighting for my life.
Burrow your way to freedom.
Cry freedom, cry.
Keep on rocking in the free world.
Won’t you help me sing these songs of freedom?
One thought on “Songs Of Freedom: A Found Poem”
The poem has some really nice lyrice. I particularly liked the third stanza. It sounds soulful and so true.
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