We the people
Have we become the very tyrants
from whom we bled to be free?
To become what we swore never to be.
It shall repeat it self I’m told.
You’ll be your parents when you get old.
Yet I question a freedom oppressed
on those that do not ask.
So shall I make them slaves to my views?
Force them to sit in my pews.
Make them want my gold, here it’s yours
if you do what you’re told.
Have we evolved into complacent lives.
Where all that’s left is to grow old and die.
No, not I
Not I
I will not let them take my speech.
No matter how far or deep their reach.
So if all of this is as bad as it seems.
I fear we are falling short,
Short of a dream.
mcgovern_xiii |
Submission Name: We The People
