You hear it on the airwaves
they watch you with their eyes
tap into your transmissions
smoke and mirrors in the skies
your “prudent” observations
are tying you in knots
seeing only warped perversions
schemes to seize all that you've got
those paranoid suspicions
have robbed your joy and wonder
instead of breathing fresh air
you suspect wrath and plunder
you live under a blue sky
where life is warm and solid
tap water comes in fashion flasks
some people live in squalor
Pointing fingers, disgusted, you preach
sneer at citizen's freedom of speech
miss the ‘’good old days’’ you say
while ignoring today away
for all of the choices at hand
gratitude is yet not your guide
rather spit and kick; promote principle
than select common ground over pride.
