If you thought you saw your freedom:
It was truly a mirage

Freedom’s locked a cell away
from Julian Assange

Our first amendment rights are by his side
Behind bars

And the next voices silenced
Will be ours

Rest assured, Democracy is rotting in the dark
Rest assured, we vilified dissenters,
pushed out black renters,
and tore down their housing
just to build a little Urban Park.

I tell you, Ol’ America really knows how to leave its mark
Blaze a trail, leave a hundred scars
Rip your free speech out your throat,
Demonize the man who told you it was so
Leave him freezing in a cell in Belmarsh

Perpetually awaiting extradition

Thrown to the wolves of claustrophobia and malnutrition

And all that we can hope is that we catch Uncle Joe in a fleeting lucid moment of his flickering senile fascist mission

Maybe we can trick him into thinking ‘Julian’ is just a sweet, blonde, middle-school Christian,
She got mixed up with a few bad apples, slapped with some charges, and thrown into prison

Joe would set him free without a moments hesitation under one condition

That Joe can sniff her hair before she goes back to school and he goes back to business.

But if Joe’s just had his shots,
Then we haven’t got a chance of getting past his black-and-white vision

Getting Past his gut reaction to appease all of his donors’ sick requests and shape policy and law around corporate mandated decisions.


So, Really, all along, I think Julian was one man standing in a tempest with the fearlessness of true conviction.

And if HIS is the only conviction we see after he shed a light on this country’s most poisonous schemes, all come to fruition,

And we all collectively stare at the ground cause we felt like our hands were too tied beyond signing petitions

while he’s tortured to death
for attempting to warn and enlighten admittedly not quite the brightest of citizens

And half of this country just won’t take the time to uncover the truth, or they just don’t mind,

So they’re quick to dismiss it and say:
“It’s a difficult position”

Then we’re back to the comfort of centrist delusion,
Right back to sleep for the ignorant sheep who #Resist-ed themselves into one protracted contusion.

Twisting themselves into knots to correct all your stimulus-check-based confusion.

Wrapping their necks round their backs as they justify overflow migrant detention or fracking pollution.

Then Kamala laughs,
and the camera pans down to her shoes,
and that footage is 90%
of your 6-o-clock news.

Except for a feel-good story about a man who, at 95 years young,
just made employee of the month
at Whole Foods.

And the 50-dollar gift card means, this month, he’ll afford his prescriptions AND meals,
and he won’t have to choose.

This is the Machine that a man named Julian Assange threw his body on the gears of, for YOU.

So, to cry out for his freedom is the least that we can do.


Best believe the feds will serve to muddy up the truth
Rest assured, the temperature in belmarsh is an icy 22,
And Julian is shivering in a solitary room without a view.

Rest Assured, Obama loves a whistleblower just about as much as he loves weddings where he doesn’t get to detonate the groom.

Rest assured, Obama bought the plot where all our first amendment rights are gonna rot, and demanded that they carve his smiling likeness on the tomb,

So when you come to pay respects to your free speech rights, and a somber feeling hits you, and you look up to the sky, the answer will be staring you right in the eyes to the questions of “Why?” And of “Who?”

So, if you thought you saw your freedom,
then they WANTED you to.

Human rights are mutable, and Julian is proof

Our first amendment rights are stuck in solitary, too,

and the next voice silent might be you.