Looking for “America”
Land of the free, home of the brave
How can such a place still need so much change?
A beautiful let down with a past of deep scars
Heavy chains brought down upon true stars
Surf, taken from the islanders and make it look like your own
Furs, taken from the natives by threatening to take their homes
To take it all was the plan, you knew
Even the face of God made into red, white, and blue.
We say red, white, and blue but it’s really the green we pursue
I’m still looking…
I thought I knew you!
What part of us is really true?
Where are you?
Are the immigrants asking for too much?
Who are you?
Are their dreams out of touch?
Matthew wrote,”..you … make one convert, and then you turn that person into twice the child of hell as you.. (23:15)
Religiosity and power controlling hypocrites.
Was who he was talking to?
Dave said, “Don’t drink the water! There’s blood in the water… “
How do we wash away the red stain on the stream’s bed?
John said he’s,” Waiting on the world to change.”
As long as you’re at the top, from where will change come?
I’m talking about the privilege, the wage disparity, the job inequity
From where will the change come?
The pyramid oversees
What hope is there for “the least of these”?
Is this really the world you wanted?
People are broken. You break them
People are disheartened. You sell them lies.
Upside down and unsound.
It’s hard to scream without lungs
It’s hard to sing without a tongue
But the splinter in my mind
The pressure of dis-ease on the inside
Identity crisis! Who are you?
The need for more, More, MORE
This I ain’t my American dream
Scars and belonging.
My look is just about over…
Farewell, my utopia. Farewell my euphoria
My suburban day … dream.
Farewell red, blue, and white me
