Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave

I gotta a lot to say today,
it may not change a thing,
i need some angel wings,
cuz hatred brings,
this pain that stings,
like hard rain in the soft spring,
some things need to change,
why rearrange this cage,
when we can break free,
priorities that don't serve me,
certainly don't serve we,
is this reality or is this a dream?
they talk like we are a team,
do they hear me screaming?
I desperately want to believe in humanity,
we are one family fighting over land instead of poverty
obviously our colonies wanted sovereignty,
but now freedom is not a commodity,
chronological bureaucracy has divided beliefs,
there is misogyny in our streets
now up to the highest seat,
I believe even equality can be good for the economy,
if policies were created honestly and responsibly,
but no they serve monstrosities,
so consciously i speak,
but today I can't help but weep.