Welcome to America.
I see the statue of liberty standing off the New York coast- facing her home with her back against the overseas. She sees our ground zero and our battles in bureaucracy, apparently, and with her green torch, she shines a hope above all crazy people's beliefs in world peace. Peace, that's such a figment of my imagination, as I can get good grades and go home to dad beating the shit out of my face. Remember your algebra formulas! No child left behind! Lets cut costs and have our prisoners party hardy. The project is to feel the beat of the economy and work around what has been fucking set for us; no job, some school, little food or too much food. I ain't joining the occupation movement because I'm a Republican, but hell, I live off of tuna cans and tortillas. Overproduction and short-handed staff deploy 14 hour efforts while little boys and girls who are a grade below their level in literacy circulate merry-go-rounds, oblivious to the financial woes thier parents try to hide. And those little boys and girls, some of them, will grow into confused teenagers and cut themselves down-the-street style over their sexuality. No one lets enough air to these developing juveniles until they suffocate from bullying. There is pride in those who win and no robin hood is expected, since according to Social Darwinism, it shouldn't, except from the man in the white house. The man in the white house hasn't acted since Guantanamo Bay and is now because of this reelection. Some days stocks breathe vivid protesters into Wall Street and cops pepper spray a young woman expediting her inalienable rights, her tears are empathetic among many of us in the shadows by the Statue of Liberty, for travelers to have great greetings only to see that was the only great thing, the Bill of Rights, as a threshold of a bead of charms. We have porn stars, great Universities, all-you-can-eat buffets, we have it all. But where's the voice?
"We're not livin' in America!"
"We're not livin' in America!"