Once defined as proper and kind
Now confined by other’s fears
I don’t say what needs to be said.
I keep it all inside my head.
Why is it they discount my truth,
Whose truth is it anyway?
The privilege of being in the USA
Was saying what we wanted to say.
Rigid, frigid, terrified
Don’t discuss, don’t share ideas.
Don’t color outside their lines,
And never speak what’s on your mind.
I’m choking, we’re choking,
Wrapped in plastic, a plug in my throat.
I’ll most likely sink
Throw me out of the boat.
We’ve been led down this road
By egos so grand
They think we’re too stupid
To rule our own land
And, yes, it’s our fault
For giving up our rights,
For failing to care,
To take part in the fight.
Their ego, their id, they disrespect ours.
They’re smarter, they’re wiser.
They think we need led,
To depend on them now until we are dead.
The closer I get to my final day
The harder I’ll fight to have my say.
Freedom of thought, sharing ideas,
You’ll miss it a lot when they take it away.
I beg you to read our history of glory
Some tragedies, travesties, truths that are gory.
We learn in the process that freedom is fought for
Often to die for, so that we live more.