Life in Plastic

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.