Old red ink

Thrust in your face, its freedom of the state,
We have a choice to say no, but then what,
Adverts, music, fashion and life,
All born from freedom, from soldiers who fight.

Democracy is fought in foreign lands,
The media portrays it with a cloud of backhands.
Was it oil or was it humanity crimes,
Does any care to read between the lines.

Just turn the page, its freedom of the state,
We have a choice not to buy or read todays news,
television networks, media insight,
All born from free minds, who choose not to fight.

Im blind through choice, I've got an opinion,
Which i choose not to voice.
Shut my eyes and focus on whats real,
The community around me is down on its knee's.