that hated freedom

a little clarity would make all fresh
we ask for truth and get a fleet of lies
our bond of service we can't criticise
for all we do we still are forced to mesh
our lives with your quite alien flesh
we're kept to it by a huge host of spies
the ever-circling never-sleeping eyes
assigned till death while we are still in creche
the world's become a prison with no wall
we call it freedom and in silence sigh
but all that's left to us is one small cup
we fear to climb because we risk to fall
we cannot challenge the most blatant lie
our only obligation's to shut up