No freedom
By peter Robertson

In this country off freedom
And this is no joke
On the streets there’s no drinking
And you have no right to smoke
You cant state opinions
You cant go on strike
And you cant go out walking
When ever you like

If you question police men
By night or by day
They cry public order
And cart you away

With no right to be silent
And no room for pause
We all feel the brunt
Of  unjustified laws

Hay you cant park here leave
Your car take a bus
I have to ask you what’s all
The fuss
You cant stop and talk
To your friends in the street
Without being pushed by
The man on the beet

Move on or ill charge you
The constable cries
We live in a police state
Just open your eyes
What happened to friend ship
Can you not see the plight
Whatever became
Of the thing human rights !!