Standing among others with hand over heart

Surrounded by voices flat or sharp

Perfect disharmony

For an imperfect country

Yet our flag still waves

O'er the home of the slaves

Imprisoned by our own conditioning

Of living a life of repeated routine

Everyday working nine-to-five

And we call this being alive?

Working long hours awaiting a short weekend

Where unfulfilled dreams are ultimately weakened

Buried under mounds of material excess

More collected clutter to define our success

A digital social hierarchy viewed from a small screen

Where status is assigned by who follows our stream

Corporate banks loaning more debt

With green IOUs not backed by a cent

Invisible dollars we work to invest

To be paid back with our own homes, plus interest

Oh God, good God, you've shed greed on thee!

After our trust placed onto you and your fallacy

So sit or stand for our national anthem

It doesn't matter when you're living for the system

Blinded by a false sense of reality

We've confused life with our current experience

To be happy in this world would lack any real sense

Can you truly say you live your life for you?

That's the real American dream,

though few live it true.
© WaKeUpWoRLD