The lives we lead can be mislead,
Growing like a weed, then someday dead,
The life of Aaron Swartz ended too soon,
This is a dark tale from the other side of the moon.
It's told in spite, in fright with no tinge of delight,
The soul of a fighter was lost, lost out of sight.
The behemoth of justice, blind lady not chivalrous,
But rather superfluous with charges of reckless,
Sinister plots were not made by Aaron,
If he's guilty, he was guilty of caring.
about the info which was to be free,
Knowledge that can improves the lives of you and me.
I find strange tears trickling down my face,
Bottled up fears now can find a place.
Emotions toil and then they rage,
How dare the people stay inside our cage!
Fight for justice, rights and read from this page,
The words of Aaron speak to us as a sage.
It's a war they want,
a War we will wage,
Because freedom is not k**ed like a phage,
We morph and evolve and will not let this pa**
Strategically the plan is coming with some cra**
The people will find the truth appalling with shame
Given your background, you think this a game?
The time of attorney is pressed,
Fancy suit is how they all dressed,
We tried to be better for the change,
But stepping outside the circle is strange,
I contemplate what things in life castrate,
My rights and freedoms mostly lost out of sight,
But no one can bother me, life of flying a kite,
With no air seemingly no care, change habits is the dare, but information warfare.