AHAHAH
AMERICA
my home.
my prison.
you are the box
that every tries to think out of.
the sky is turning from red to blue,
i unloaded my burden today, taking off my shoe.
now i understand what strawberry fields forever meant,
now i know what kind of sick pill our politicians try to feed us.
peace has always been given a change yet no one can
pursue what it really means to have peace..
you speak of it as words but your actions are decieving.
we are disloyal, underestimated, assumed by our own kind.
let revolution spread its own wings and learn how to fly.
take these sunken words and float it to sea,
let north, south, east, and west recieve the key,
unleash the box and think outside.. perhaps to even see.
- sarah