They put a camera on a pole and called it safety.
They put a drone in the sky and called it progress.
They tracked your plate, your face, your direction.
And they never once asked permission.

One hundred thousand cameras on the poles across the land
Twenty billion plates a month processed on demand
Solar panel on the top and a Falcon camera below
Every vehicle that passes — cataloged — tracked — they know
The Condor follows people — not the cars — it’s live
It zooms into your face and stores you in the hive
The drone launches on its own — eighty-six seconds to arrive
Thermal cameras find the heat of everyone alive

An officer can type a person’s description on the screen
Search by race — by jacket color — by what your stickers mean
The streetlight on your corner has a socket built right in
Every pole across the country is where the rollout can begin

They sold it as a camera — a safety tool — nothing more
They built a national surveillance grid connected door to door

They know where you are

The plate misread a seven as a two — the K-9 bit the man
Nerve damage — lost his job — evicted from the land
Thirty-five thousand for the settlement they paid
The judge said Flock flocked up — the officer got a verbal grade
The grandmother had LOVEY — the system read a zero
Guns drawn on the family — the child crying — no hero
Twenty-eight officers caught stalking through the plate
Two hundred twenty-eight searches by a chief consumed with hate

The justification field said missing child — said drugs — said test
The system never flagged it — and the log was left to rest
Eighty-three thousand cameras searched for one woman coast to coast
The reason logged — had an abortion — the sheriff called it a ghost

They called it solving crime — they called it keeping peace
They built a tracking apparatus that will never cease

They know where you’ve been

Nine fifty million from the venture capital floor
Seven point five billion and they still want more
Nine hundred twenty thousand spent on lobbying alone
The CEO called the citizens a terroristic zone
He lied about the contracts — then admitted every one
Border Patrol hit eighty thousand cameras — the backdoor deal was done

Three hundred million in the Model Cities grant
Drones and AI and plate readers — that is what they want
The Fourth Amendment treated like a product to destroy
A private company with federal reach the Founders would not enjoy

Burchett filed the bill — HR ninety-eight hundred on the floor
Massie pulling every federal dollar from the cities wanting more
Fifty-three communities have ripped the contract down
The people said Get the Flock Out in every single town

They built it with our taxes on the roads we paid to drive
A private corporation tracking every citizen alive

They know where you’re going

Flocked — the grid was built before you knew the name
Flocked — the drone arrived before you made the claim
Flocked — the officer was at your door before you left the street
Flocked — the algorithm had you mapped before your heart could beat
DeFlock — fifty-three cities tore the cameras from the poles
DeFlock — the citizens are mapping every eye that patrols
The Fourth Amendment was not written with an algorithm’s consent
The sovereign right to move in freedom was never theirs to rent

They know where you’re going — and the people are tearing it down

Those who would give up essential liberty
to purchase a little temporary safety
deserve neither liberty nor safety
Benjamin Franklin — seventeen fifty-five
Two hundred seventy-one years later
one hundred thousand cameras
and a seven point five billion dollar company
are proving him right
The sovereign citizen does not negotiate with surveillance
We see the grid
We do not consent — and we will not comply