I might say a few pretty words about freedom Assign each letter color, paint the picture; I could throw out a few lines for the white Lines that divide the highway I could sprinkle them with wild sage And tell you that I did it all my way. I could fill up my cup and pour out the curses I could tell you about the wild freedom that Comes with a full tank or the quiet one that is Bought with heavy bags and full purses. I could lean to the left as I drink my wine Shout 'To life! To Freedom! To life!" While the world bends over backwards To take the milk and the honey out of mine. I could study my books and tear all the pages I would tell you about my life of crime And of sorrow's salty wages: But I am eating dry crackers and ignoring the chatter Of other people who want to take a knife to heart of the matter And exorcise some freedom with a bloodied hand And talk about driving the original people out of their own land.
If you want me, I'm busy, I'm sewing coins into my sleeves I am looking out my window and wondering if the trees That have seen more than one disaster are going to look Out upon another: I want family, not martyrs. I have no desire to be my own mother.
If you want me, I suppose you will come get me If you want me I guess you will knock If you want me I'm lighting a candle While you ready your tomatoes and stocks. I do not have a spare toothbrush to scrub any streets or graffiti, I will not be bowing my head or staying out of the streets of the City. I will wear my life around my neck and my heart on my sleeve. I have set places at my table for those who can't leave. I time my outings to the early morning hours, And I get back in time to arrange freedom's yellow flowers.
I realize I was not once free, but instead I was lost And lost, whilst not freedom, was perhaps good enough. "Walk like an Egyptian' drifts from my poxy radio I bow my head and laugh my tears and onward I do go.
Beautiful
Thank you. Happy Passover!