AMERICA

 
I’m trapped within a bottle
They’ve sealed the cap with lies
The label looks so pretty
Such a misleading disguise
Many sought to join me and float around so free
Thinking they’d be better off in this glass society
Now we’re drowning at the bottom as the wicked float atop
And we’re only sinking deeper, wishing it would stop
Sometimes the hand will shake us, manipulate our place
But soon again we settle, still contained in such disgrace
I often sit and wonder what would our manufacturers say
They promised certain standards, but it seems they’ve gone away
Our formula was tainted, a disease had grown and spread
It affects the vast majority; a liquid left for dead
I seek to break this bottle, my struggle day to day
But to get even a glimpse of freedom I would have to pay
They say I’m in a paradise where else better would I go
Yet this enslavement to the walls they’ve made constricts my natural flow
I could have evaporated, risen to greater heights
I’d have danced among the clouds but they denied me of such rights
Now I’m doomed to serve a label, one of which I didn’t choose
Born into corruption, a struggle win or lose