Anthem
on day one, they told me:
"Welcome To The Land Of The Free, The Home Of The Brave"
where you're free
free to sleep and eat and work and play
and read and write and think and feel
and believe what you will
as you please.
someone once said
you must trade your liberties for security
but what did he mean?
i figured it out
7,665 days later.
i am 21 years old.
i work a 9-5 dead-end job on minimum wage
that's $7.25 i won't get if i'm late
i have taxes and 401ks and bills to pay
living paycheck to paycheck till there's no life left.
they called it
"Capitalism" --
"The American Dream"
if This is America, help me, please:
where is your Land Of The Free,
and all of your Brave --
the ones who will not conform to the "American Way"
and are not afraid
to speak up
and stand out
go against the grain
and pave their own way?
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