The American Dream died before I was born,
trickling down into the drain
in the gutters of Greed Street,
but we still feed its comforts to our newborns.
20 some years spent in education,
only to be stuck in jobless frustration.
They say it’s not what you know but who,
might do some mighty favors for you.
I want no favors, although no one truly makes it alone.
I want to give and be given to, freely.
I want to love and be loved, freely.
I don’t want any mind games. You see?
The dream was buried out at sea,
a funeral underneath the tears of you and me.
I don’t dream of a bigger house, a better car, and oodles of things,
but of a nation living by its ideals.
I want the myths that I learned in school
to rise up and be absolutely true:
Liberty and justice for all, and I mean, all.
Equality and dignity so we can stand tall.
Peace and freedom for every one.
Joy and happiness—it can be done!
Long, loving lives to our daughters and sons.
A nation of the people, under good,
rooting for the righteous underdog.
The wheel of time keeps on running around,
and there ain’t new characters to be found.
We keep dividing up the rainbow,
when it’s meant to be united,
chiseling our love away with our divisions and isms.
As my generation comes upon
troubles right after graduation,
leaping into indebted joblessness,
a recession, endless wars, big bank bail outs,
riots against racist cops, passionate political protests
and dusty droughts,
it sounds just like the old stories from the history books,
to which most folks forgot to take a look.
The spheres overlap, and ideas overlap.
Middle ground can indeed be found.
We need not all agree,
but we need not all be enemies
that seek to condemn
just for a difference of opinion.
Old world. New world.
Goy world. Jew world.
Secular and rational, too, this world.
Spiritual. Scientific. Religion. Politic.
Multiple truths. Multiple solutions.
It’s all in how you look at it.