Is it in Death?

Is it in the weeds
Is it in heroin
Is it in whiskey
that we see a country?

It is in my hole at the rear
The country shackles us with fear
With cheap fake goods from China
With more heroin from Myanmar
With untold tragedies of unknown terror;

now, never too sure
how we ever proceed
all this protest for peace;

Is it in guns we find freedom;
Is it in killing we find liberty;
Is it in us, no matter what; 
Is it in me, no matter what?

Courtesy: Anonymous ART of Revolution