Freedom in America
You say youre like me and that I am like you
And that we are both entirely free
But you have a white picket fence
To guard your garden and bike and your dog
And I have a fence too
But its made of metal and it guards something too
my family and I and it keeps us from reaching yours
you complain of shine and I of rust
you of rain and I of dust
my food is too salty you say to my mother
the rose bush needs trimming you say to my father
get down on your knees you say to my sister
don’t touch my daughter you say to my brother
now tell me, what will you say to me
will you accuse me
or will you pursue me
will you curse me
or will you begrudge me
will you fear me
or will you just keep up with your hypocrisy?
But this I do know
That you will never accept me, nor my family
But we are free
and the only thing I have to say to you
Is that eventually everyone pays their due