Freedom-Free Zone, by Talis Kimberley

Freedom-Free Zone

from Songs of Common Ground by Talis Kimberley

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Continuing my currently topical writing thread, I've been following with growing alarm the stories coming out of the USA with regards to the way the TSA treats travellers. I've many dear friends in the States, and I thought their country was supposed to be the land of the free...

My English sensibilities are very very bothered by this. But being English, I remain polite - just.

(This is again a hasty rough of a song catching the moment - not a studio-finished production.)

So, this one? This one's for singing. At the airport. Waiting in line. To your fellow passengers. And to the TSA.

Happy Thanksgiving, America.

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FREEDOM-FREE ZONE

I realise that this is your job, sir
As it’s mine to take issue with you
Wrong actions don’t get any less wrong
Because somebody higher up told you what to do
I’m sure in your own private home life
You’re a perfectly reasonable guy
But I do not permit you to lay hands upon me
Before you’ll permit me to fly.

I do not permit this; no justice is served here
My body’s my own – my body’s my own.
You won’t secure freedom by making your country
A freedom-free zone, a freedom-free zone

It’s that or the backscatter scanners?
That’s quicker for you, I suppose.
These images I’m told your cameras don’t keep
Of me standing there sans my clothes?
Now we’re barely ten seconds acquainted
But you tell me you’re going to insist?
Well I’m picky ‘bout who gets to see me like that
And I’m afraid, sir, you’re not on that list

I do not permit this; no justice is served here
My body’s my own – my body’s my own.
You won’t secure freedom by making your country
A freedom-free zone, a freedom-free zone

I do not permit this; no justice is served here
My body’s my own – my body’s my own.
You won’t secure freedom by making your country
A freedom-free zone, a freedom-free zone

A freedom-free zone