Seeking a sanctuary of solitude;
a retreat constructed,
away from the mechanical multitude.
by a broken system sabotaged.
Wrapped in a banner of red, white and blue,
a patriotic sentiment camouflaged.
The parade’s a charade, on me and you.
Fed the delusion,
stir the melting pot.
Throw in some fear for submission,
a tangled web, a gordian-knot.
Fight for right, the good fight; it’s the American way,
rally to the sally.
For freedom, there’s a price we pay, so they say,
but who’s keeping tally?
When you add up what is lost,
to what’s been gained,
there’s a line that’s been crossed.
Hearts and hands blood stained,
can’t be washed clean,
from the sin and impurity.
Wake up from this nightmare of a dream;
these wages of fear and insecurity.
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