Free Prisoner

Free will…
Fire wall Distorts thoughts
Seek free knowledge from fresh sources
Free to erase history
Wipe it clean In the name of
Red lines that intersect on a rider’s chest
Free swing, heavy metal
Free to coat my sword in the color
Upon the walls and floors, scrolls and books
Free to remember and forget
Resist to threats, become a threat
Riders rode and blood dried
In the name of more to come
Follow the regulations or
Their will shall be done
At the push of a button
Free prisoner make a choice
Them or Death
Free yourself in the name of
How much more
Understood was the code
Decipher, as I got older
Over stood was not a choice
It was that voice
Yet our choice
Free Prisoner

Oba Richards